deus ex mama
i have an interview tomorrow.
of course, i think it is pretty safe to note that that will probably be restated as “i had” an interview. considering the federal government is shutting down; metro is shutting down; and a little hurricane will be paying a visit, i think tis safe to say we will be rescheduling this.
welcome to my world. i get an interview and mother nature conspires against me.
here he is. i am tired. but happy.
i am not supposed to be online. i am not supposed to even be upright. but daytime TV is abominable. yesterday, i was lucky that the History Channel (AKA the World War II channel) had lots of programs about the history of food and food-related products. So i can share with you the history and development of the drive-in window, how McDonalds french fries are made, the story about coke, pepsi, hershey’s, and chef boyardee, just to name a few. (i remember my gram actually pointing out people in her building who apparently owned chef boyardee, so who knows – maybe i met the italian cook once. whoopee.)
anyway, it is making me crazy being like this. it isn’t like i don’t like relaxation. i just loathe it when everything falls on poor BS’s head. he has to do all of his stuff, all of my stuff, and then some. he has school. it looks like this morning, BC has a sore throat. we took her temp and it is only 99.3. she is perky otherwise, so we are giving school a try. but mark my words – i bet she has strep again. when it rains, it pours.
my goal is to keep BS from imploding. having him do everything does not help me relax one iota. it stresses me out beyond belief. if i thought the baby needed more time growing inside me, i guess i would understand this exercise a bit better. but all i see is an exercise in futility that is going to leave me and my husband exhausted before the real exhaustion begins.
i just returned back from a lovely morning hooked up to a fetal monitor. my blood pressure has been going kablooey over the weekend, and so this morning, i thought it best to visit my friendly neighborhood OBs. my pressure, which has been picture-perfect throughout my pregnancy, was up to 150 over 90 this morning, so i ended up getting hooked up to a machine. baby is fine (though the stinker decided to make it tough for the nurse to find him, which scared me for a few minutes until we found him and his heartbeat), and after a half an hour in the dark visualizing the ocean (yes, that’s what i do when my blood pressure goes up), my pressure was down to a respectable 120 over 80. they took blood, as they found a little protein going on in me, and sent me home with a big old lecture not to wait all weekend but to call them if ever i have any problems. and they sent me home on bedrest.
now, bedrest sounds like a dream to the unitiated, but i basically have to lie on my side and not get up except to visit the loo and to shower. i don’t know how women do this for months at a clip. the thought of the added pressure this puts on the rest of the family does not escape me, and that bums me out quite a bit. not to mention that daytime TV really stinks. if all goes well, i will go in on friday and get re-evaluated and see whether they need to induce me or let nature continue taking its proverbial course.
so please note – i will likely be a bit scarce. so you guys behave out there; and if you don’t, make sure you tell me good stories so i can live vicariously through you 😉
here’s a great big shout out to my friend jacks, who will probably smack me in the head (after i deliver the baby, of course) for writing about her.
we were paired up with jacks when BC and jacks’ daughter anya were in the nursery at daycare and we became her nursery buddies/mentors. BC was a veteran baby there, and anya was new in the place. how we got so lucky to be paired up with her, i will never know. some things are just like kismet, i guess. she’s a long island girl; i’m a jersey girl. i am sure we both had our stints with big hair. and despite the fact that she is italian and i am a red sea pedestrian, we are probably related. same bizarre sense of humor, same values, same hair (when mine isn’t in what might be termed as early chrissie hynde, which it is since my most recent haircut. basically my haircut from most of the 1980s. but everyone is polite enough not to say that to my face 😉 anyway, at this point, she is chair and i am vice chair of BC and anya’s school board. we don’t agree on everything (although we agree on a whole lot), but it is nice to be able to say so and not worry that she will hate me or think i am a blithering idiot. or maybe she is just too polite to tell me i am, but hey, that’s part of friendship sometimes, too 🙂
anyway, this morning, she was in the neighborhood with madame anya. because i have had such a piss-poor week, she brought over wonderful daisies and yummy thornton’s chocolates from her UK friend who is in town. (and scally, if you read this, you can add this to the things you can bring me from the UK 😉 friends who share chocolate are true friends.
but it gets better.
BS went out on the roof to clean out the gutters while jacks was over. suddenly, i heard BC screaming, “mama, there’s water coming out of the toilet!” i ran (yes, i really did, 38 weeks along) to find the toilet overflowing. i took the cover off and held up the thingy in the toilet that stops the water. jacks came in, held up the thingy while i got the plunger. then, she took the plunger from me, plunged the toilet, AND wiped up the water from the floor. now, it is awful enough when this happens to you when you are in your own house, but to do it in another person’s house, with another person’s kid’s dookie/etc in the bowl, well, THAT is friendship.
i am one lucky chick. thanks, jacks 🙂
yes, virginia, good things come in threes.
1) i have a hurt child.
2) on the way to get hurt child xrays, BS and i inadvertantly became witnesses to a car accident. both insurance companies have contacted us.
3) our TV just blew. the house reeks of something burnt. i get to run after aforementioned child AND find a TV repair guy tomorrow.
life just doesn’t get better than this.
well, just came back from the midwife. my OB now has two midwives on staff, so lucky me, i get to meet them both at one point or another in case one of them ends up holding the catcher’s mitt on The Big Day. she is concerned that i am still having shortness of breath, though it is most likely due to the fact that i am, oh, er, i dunno, PREGNANT. so anyway, i get to visit my primary care next week so that we can laugh about it.
also, in about 2 weeks, i get to go for my 36 week sonogram. little flipper right now seems like he is in breech position, which would really, really suck. however, i am not too concerned yet, as he has plenty of time to flip around in there before people start getting nervous. if he still remains breech, i get to go into the hospital and have something called an aversion done. i’ll let our friends at disney explain this one. she asked, how big was your other baby?
i told her, 6 pounds, 9 ounces.
and then, the immortal quote.
“this ain’t no 6 pound baby, lady.”
i can barely contain my joy.