Okay, so I didn't try hard enough

I’m pretty sure my doctor said I had “antibody E” or somesuch when I spoke on the phone with her.  And the temptation provided too rich because I found myself, not ten minutes ago, Googling (or rather, Blingo-ing) “antibody e”.  And.. well, hmm.  Here is what I found.  This is the part that caught my eye in particular:

The baby must be followed closely with specialized tests to watch for signs of hemolytic anemia. Most likely, your doctor will order additional ultrasounds and perhaps amniocentesis to check the amniotic fluid for signs of hemolytic anemia. If the baby begins to show signs of hemolytic anemia, certain treatment options are available. In some cases, the baby may be given a blood transfusion while still in your uterus. In other situations, the baby may be delivered earlier than the original due date so that it can receive necessary medical treatment in the nursery.

Uhm, NO!  Oh hells naw.   Especially the whole “amniocentesis” part, thought I’m no too fond of the whole “transfusion while still in your uterus” part either.  Actually, you know, the whole thing kinda sucks and is making me feel more than a little panicky at the moment.

Oh and it would appear the most likely reason this whole thing cropped up in the first place is LIAM.  Chances are, he gave me the antibody.  Sweet of him, no?  Way to break the mold after yourself, kid.

(of course chances are things are going to be just fine as this isn’t a particularly threatening antibody to have. BUT STILL.)

One big ol' pregnant mess

Kile took today off because he woke up feeling like something peeled off the bottom of your shoe.  I’m not encouraged because I feel just slightly better so I know I’ve got it coming to me.  While we were doing our respective “internet-ing” this morning, the phone rang and caller ID told us it was a “Private Caller”.  Our policy is not to answer the phone unless we recognize the name or the number.  Then my cell phone rang with the same “Private” but since it was plugged in out in the kitchen, recharging, I didn’t get to it in time to answer it.  And with no message left, no way of calling back.

Later on, Kile checked the voicemail on his cellphone and my obstetrician had left a message for us to call right back.  I figured she’d gotten my bloodwork results back and my thyroid needed a little “work”.  Well, I wasn’t far from wrong.  I left a message for her to call us back on my cell phone as we were going to be out at the store getting some groceries that afternoon.  We were in the car when she called.  Apparently?  I’m a bit of a mess.  First off, my thyroid is a little wacky.  I believe she said my number was 9.2 which is high but I’ve had higher.  She was alarmed though and unsure what exactly to bump my prescription up to.  Finally, she settled on 200 mcg of Levothyroxine which she would call into my pharmacy (at this point, I told Kile we were going to Walmart instead of Smiths, which is closer but the pharmacy is way pricier).  Then, she told me that my urine came back with a UTI.  Big freakin’ deal.  I get one of those EVERY time I’m pregnant.  It’s almost a symptom of pregnancy.  There was also some e. coli in there which is encouraging.   I wonder how I managed that. That’s another prescription, this time for antibiotics. Then she told me the most interesting news.  Last time I was pregnant, they tested my blood and it came back O+ with no antibodies.  This time?  O+ but with some antibodies.  She asked if I’d had a blood transfusion anytime between now and then.  Uh, nope.  She was bewildered and putting a call in with a perinatologist to see if the antibodies were anything to worry about (like if they’re going to go ape and attack the baby or something).  In the meantime, she wanted to have Kile’s blood tested in case he was the reason.

FUN!  So we had to drive by the office and pickup the lab orders, go get Kile poked and go to Walmart where we did the majority of our grocery shopping as well as picked up the TWO prescriptions.  We still had to stop by Smiths on the way home because for some odd reason their milk is cheaper than Walmart’s.  And it took us FOR-FREAKIN’-EVER to do it.  I officially hate traffic.

So for now, I’m hunkered down, taking my prescription (the antibiotics, not the thyroid meds, those get taken in the morning), eating dinner and trying very hard not to Google “hypothyroid and pregnancy”.  Or “pregnancy and antibodies”.  Better just stay away from Google altogether.

A sign that I must be losing my touch

I saw this meme over on Lizarita’s blog and I couldn’t resist.  Mostly because I need to POST something and when I’m all blocked like this, a meme is just the thing to get me going again.

1. What kind of SOAP is in your bathtub right now?
Good question.  I’m pretty sure it’s some generic type of shower gel.  Oh, we also have baby wash in there as well.

2. Do you have any watermelon in your refrigerator?
Yeah, no.  It’s October, remember?
3. What would you change about your living room?
I’m kinda over the green we painted on the walls.  I’d put a gate up blocking off the kitchen.  Put the DVD player/DVR in the entertainment center.  Get rid of this goshforsaken carpeting once and for all.  This is a pretty long list.

4. Are the dishes in your dishwasher clean or dirty?
Clean.  But that doesn’t mean there aren’t dirty dishes in the sink. Ahem.

5. What is in your fridge?
Oh geeze.  Three kinds of milk, juice, soda, various and sundry condiments, lunchmeat, hot dogs, refrigerated dough, butter, cream cheese, bagels, cheese, yogurt… do I have to keep going here?

6. White or wheat bread?
Wheat.  Or, in Harry’s case, whole wheat white, from Wonderbread.

7. What is on top of your refrigerator?
A bunch of dead plants.

8. What color or design is on your shower curtain?
It’s a pale pinkish/purple with light purple embroidered vines on it.  Goes with the whole purple motif I’ve got going on in there.

9. How many plants are in your home?
Alive and non-fake? 0.

10. Is your bed made right now?
Ha!  Ha, ha, ha!  That’s a good one.
11. Comet or Soft Scrub?
Like Lizarita, we’re big Lysol fans for cleaning bathrooms and such.

12. Is your closet organized?
Yeah, no.  Not even CLOSE.

13. Can you describe your flashlight?
Flash… light?  Riiiight.  I think there’s got to be one around her somewhere…

14. Do you drink out of glass or plastic most of the time at home?
Plastic, if I can.  And I try to only use one glass a day to cut down on dishes.

15. Do you have iced tea made in a pitcher right now?
Nope.  Kile makes his own iced tea since he’s the only one who drinks it.

16. If you have a garage, is it cluttered?
Is the Pope Catholic?  At least we can park one of our vans in there.

17. Curtains or blinds?
Mostly blinds, but we have curtains in the living room and kitchen.

18. How many pillows do you sleep with?
2 under my head and 2 body pillows to support the body.

19. Do you sleep with any lights on at night?
Nope. Though we do when we have a newborn in the house, just very dim.

20. How often do you vacuum?
Uhm.  Often enough?
21. Standard toothbrush or electric?
Electric.

22. What color is your toothbrush?
Pink.  Of course!

23. Do you have a welcome mat on your front porch?
Yep, it’s got grapes on it.  Or it did before it became covered with weeds and other debris.

24. What is in your oven right now?
A light?  An oven rack or two?  Other than that, nada.

25. Is there anything under your bed?
Nothing I want to know about, that’s for sure.

26. Chore you hate doing the most?
It’s a toss up.  I hate cleaning bathrooms.  I don’t much care for dishes either.

27. What retro items are in your home?
If we have anything retro in here, I can assure you that it’s not on purpose.

28. Do you have a separate room that you use as an office?
No.  Well, unless you consider the loft a separate room.  But then, I don’t use that computer anymore so I guess the answer is no.

29. How many mirrors are in your home?
Let’s see… 4.  Not too many, huh?

30. Do you have any hidden emergency money around your home?
If we did, I’m sure we would have spent it by now.

31. What color are your walls?
In which room?  The living room is sage green, the kitchen has one wall that’s a neutral tan (we need to paint the rest sometime), the loft is a pinkish tan which looks a lot better than it sounds, Liam’s room is pale yellow, our room is various shades of purple and Harry’s room is blue with a dark, dark blue ceiling (with glow in the dark stars on it!).  He’s also got a rocket ship painted on his wall.

32. Do you keep any kind of protection weapons in your home?
Yeah, not that I can think of.  Even the dogs don’t really count.

33. What does your home smell like right now?
Nothing.  Maybe a little like diapers but I hope not.

34. Favorite candle scent?
Lilac. 🙂

35. What kind of pickles (if any) are in your refrigerator right now?
Of course I have pickles!  I’m pregnant!  They’re store brand, which I always prefer when pregnant.

36. What color is your favorite Bible?
It’s pink and black.  My in-laws gave it to me.

37. Ever been on your roof?
Nope and I hope I never am.  This is a two story house, after all.

38. Do you own a stereo?
My cd player broke ages ago.  Our DVD player/home theater system plays cds, does that count?
39. How many TVs do you have?
Operational and non-operational: 4.

40. How many house phones?
2.  And they suck.  I never answer it unless it’s someone I want to talk to.

41. Do you have a housekeeper?
Don’t I wish!

42. What style do you decorate in?
College-chic.  We’re still a little in that post-college garage sale modge podge stage here.  A lot of hand me downs.

43. Do you like solid colors in furniture or prints?
Solids. Or wood.

44. Is there a smoke detector in your home?
A few.  Hopefully, one or two even work.  (I’ve had to take batteries out because of bleeping alarms in the middle of the night)

45. In case of fire, what are the items in your house which you’d grab if you only could make one quick trip?
This is assuming that all the people and animals are safely out of the house?  My laptop (all the photos on the hard drive!), other photo albums, the diaper bag and my purse.

Something

I’m not real encouraged for NaBloPoMo this year.  If you’re not familiar, by joining on with NaBloPoMo, you’re promising you’ll post at least once a day every day for the entire month of November.  Last year, I finished the entire month rather easily.  Not sure how, seeing as how I had a young baby in the house.  But he was still in that narcoleptic stage that babies always go through where they sleep about 14 hours during the day.

But lately, I’ve been dragging my feet at posting here, haven’t I?  Boo.  That’s no fun.  Not for you, who might like to see something new every once in a while.  And not for me, who genuinely enjoys her blog and posting to it.  I just am not sure what all I have to say.  My own voice sounds absurd to me right now.  Anything I want to talk about sounds silly or even worse, stupid.

But I wanted to get something up today, at the very least.  Even though not much really happened today.  Harry had his last soccer game of the season.  And thank jeebus for that.  His coaches were a little on the subpar side and his team never won a single game.  Not that winning games is all that important, but it was frustrating to the other kids to see the other teams so well prepared for these games and their team was just NOT.  But we made sure to keep telling Harry that we were proud of him, that he was playing very well.  He seemed to enjoy it, in spite of everything, though us parents often felt like ripping our hair out.  Afterward?  We went to In n Out for burgers and it was so fabulous.  I feel downright sorry for anyone who doesn’t have one of these joints near them.  Because it is such a treat.  That’s saying quite a bit for fast food.

Tomorrow, the plan is to go to church.  We shall see how things go in the morning.  We planned to go to church last week too, and we ended up sitting around in our pajamas until it was too late.  Oops.   Anyhow.  Thinking of taking a quick walk around the block before heading to bed.  My feet and back (and everything else) screams no, but I know I should.  As uncomfortable as that bed is, sleeping in it is still preferable to no sleep at all.

Did I not tell you?

My bad.  I meant to post earlier and kept putting it off, and kept putting it off, and kept putting it off.  And now here it is, 10:30 at night and I realized, “Hey!  I never posted on my blog!”  Dur.  And I’m going to have a third child?  Yet another being will rely on me for their wellbeing?  There’s some flawed logic there, I’m sure of it.

Yep, speaking of baby, all is well in Womb Land!  I had an appointment earlier today.  I was amazed at how easy it was to put the worries about the appointment out of my mind.  Which isn’t to say that I wasn’t worried when I would think about it.  But with chasing Liam around, getting Harry up, around and ready and wondering WHY in the HECK Kile is taking so long to come out to meet me so we can go to the appointment already, I didn’t worry maybe as much as I would have otherwise.

I kept thinking about Shmear.  We had an appointment in that pregnancy at 11 weeks, and everything was fine.  We went back at 15 weeks and the baby was gone.  Just like that.  This time around, my last appointment was at 10 weeks and everything was fine.  My appointment today was at 14 weeks.  The similarities didn’t escape me.  With Liam, we had our rental doppler by this point in the pregnancy so before I went in to my appointment with the knowledge that the baby was alive and well.  Now?  I was taking it on faith.  That and the fact that my belly has gone BERSERK this week.

Yesterday, I thought wearing my jeans would be okay.  I bitched before about these jeans and how I was now wearing the belt on the last hole.  But at least they were still fitting.  I just couldn’t bring myself to wear maternity jeans.  I am ONLY 14 weeks here, people.  So I put on the jeans and HEY, they fit.  Score!  And then I got MOPS and I sat down and I suddenly knew the meaning of the words PAIN and MISERY.  So besides worrying about this baby having spontaneously shuffled loose it’s mortal coil, I was starting to worry that I was just getting fat and in fact not pregnant at all.

So I wasn’t at all surprised when the scale revealed that I had gained 2 pounds.  2 pounds is probably no big deal to other pregnant women, but I generally don’t gain much of anything during my entire pregnancy and was hoping to continue that trend.  I’m choosing to blame the fact that the pregnancy nausea required me to eat virtually ALL the TIME.  So now that the nausea is dying down, maybe I won’t have to eat every time I turn around and those 2 pounds will be history.  Fingers crossed, ya’ll.

So the baby is doing great.  As soon as the doc put the doppler on my belly, the heartbeat came through loud and clear.  It was instantaneous.  Fabulous.   Everything else looks great too.  She would have told me about the results of the prenatal tests except that I only just had them done yesterday.  Because I take procrastination to the next level.  And there was a glucose tolerance test involved and you just have to put those off as long as you can.  The doc kept saying I was 10 weeks 5 days today when I’m pretty sure I’m only 10 weeks 2 days.  Yeah, it’s only 3 days difference.  But still.  I should probably just let her tell me how far along I am and go with it, huh?  So explain to me why I kept feeling the need to correct her.  Doofus.

Apparently I do win things once in a while

So tonight we were enjoying our last moments with Liam before bedtime when there was a purposeful knock at the door.  Eh?  Here it was, nearly 8 at night and someone was at the door?  Kile checked it out and found there was a big box on the porch.  Huh.  Who was it from?  We didn’t recognize the name or the return address.  And it was addressed to “Melissa Porter” but the rest of the contact information was right on.

We opened the box and found…

What is in this mysterious box?

Well we found some stuff.  And it was all from Huggies.

It's a Huggies bonanza!

Huggies?  Yes, Huggies.  Mostly “Little Swimmers” stuff, with some Pull-Ups thrown in (and some of it was rather girl-themed but whatever).  Which, ya know, COOL, but… WHY?  We rooted through the box until we found a letter which cleared everything up.

You're a winner!

Ah ha!   Apparently someone got a little lost on the way to the post office because it DOES say “last month’s BlogHer Conference”.  And, last I checked, it was more like several months ago.  But whatever.  The point is: I WON!  I never win anything so I’m pretty stoked.  True, we’re not planning to use Pull-Ups much with Liam, but I’m sure they’ll be handy for trips out and about town and such.  And the “Little Swimmers” stuff is great.  Sure, it won’t get much use for another 9 or 8 months or so, but it will get used.  Awesome.  I’m a winner.

Windsday

Is the day over yet?  Is it naptime yet?  I’ve been awake, at least off and on, since 4 o’clock this morning.  Last night, Kile and I took our trot around the block and marveled at how calm it was.  We thought a cold weather system was supposed to be moving in (again), and it was supposed to be a windy day.  But Tuesday was pretty calm and decent.  Very strange.  I surmised that maybe the front would move in overnight or in the morning.  Kile thought that sounded about right (and about like our luck too).  And?  That’s JUST what happened.

At 4, not only was the wind making a terrible racket outside, but I had to pee.  Because, you know, I’m pregnant and all.  So at 4:30 I got up and “took care” of that.  And interestingly enough, I was able to go back to sleep for a moment or two.  At 5, Kile got up and went into the bathroom where he shut himself in for a good half hour.  I tried falling back asleep (as his getting up woke me), but I started hearing the strangest noise outside.  Eventually, I just had to get up to look out and see what it was.

See, Wednesday is trash day in our neighborhood.  And since our garbage collectors are schizophrenic and can’t decide if they want to gather garbage at the crack of dawn or after noon sometime, most everyone puts out their trash the night before.  (Trust me, many a time we’ve been just getting out of bed only to hear the garbage truck rumble down the street.)  So outside, several cans had been knocked over by the wind and the noise I was hearing was a virtual cyclone of empty aluminum cans swirling around in our front yard.  It wasn’t our cans because a) I saw them and I only drink diet cola and there was a lot of regular Coke cans and b) our can was still upright as it was set up behind Kile’s van and was being shielded somewhat from the wind.  But somehow these cans thought our yard was the place to be and were making an UNHOLY racket.  There was just no sleeping with that going on.  Forget it.

So I got up.  And up I’ve been ever since.  And in true Nevada fashion, once the sun starts coming up, the wind settles down.  Well, let me correct that, it isn’t always the case.  But the cold front has FINALLY moved in and while it’s plenty breezy outside still, the winds have calmed and it’s raining now.  And when things settle down more and it dries up out there, I’ll go pick up the cans that are now piled on our porch and also toss Harry’s old sandbox back in the backyard.  Don’t ask me how it ended up in the front.

Slacking at it's finest

It’s not that I want to be a slacker.  I just am.  My laziness has been something I’ve battled with my entire life.  But I haven’t battled too hard.  I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.  I remember being in 8th grade science class, where we studied “Physical Science”.  6th grade had been “Earth Science” and 7th grade was “Life Science” (sex ed and dissections, oh my!).  Physical was more about physics and stuff.  And of all three, I enjoyed it the most because it seemed so practical.  And it explained a lot of things that I had always wondered about.  One of the things I learned about in that class was the Law of Inertia.  And that basically means “a body a rest tends to stay at rest; a body in motion tends to stay in motion.”  I’ve always thought this particular law applied to me very well.

If I’m moving around and getting a lot of things done and keeping myself motivated, I can get a lot accomplished.  I finish out my days feeling as if I’ve done something worthwhile and a dent has been made in things.  Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen a lot.  Because I tend to find my body at rest a lot.  And my body, once at rest, likes to stay at rest.  The motivation that is required to get me going again is nearly quadrupled.

This is why I sit here, at 2:30 in the afternoon, happily enrobed in my pajamas (albeit stained pajamas, I dribbled a little of my lunch on the shirt), doing anything I can to avoid doing any actual work online or off and watching “Spongebob Squarepants” with Harry while Liam runs around the (babyproofed) living room, parking Hot Wheels cars at whim.  I did do laundry earlier, but that probably doesn’t count.  It wasn’t all the laundry, just Harry’s (however if you saw Harry’s laundry, you’d realize it counts for the laundry of three people).

I wish I wasn’t so lazy.  I’d like to be one of those women who has an immaculate house and has cookies baking in the oven and does crafts with her children.  I’m just… not.

Still kind of puny

So Liam had his 15 month checkup today.  He feels like he’s heavier, to both of us, so we were sure he’d put on weight.  So much so that we were taking bets on the drive over to the doctor’s office this afternoon.  I thought he would have broken into the 25th percentile for height and weight and Kile went so far as to predict 25th percentile for height and 50th percentile for weight.  And?

Not so much.

He’s not as tiny as he was and he is moving up the chart and following the curve if nothing else so that’s something.  Here’s the stats:

  • Length: 30 1/2 in (30th percentile) compared to 28 1/2 in and 10th-25th percentile for 12 months.
  • Weight: 21 lbs 14 oz (20th percentile) compared to 20lbs 4oz and 10th-25th percentile for 12 months.

So the length is definitely getting better, if not the weight.  The doctor wasn’t concerned, though.  He could tell just looking at Liam that he’s healthy, he’s got good muscle tone and he’s got some decent pudge around the middle.  It was the pudge that fooled us, though.  We thought FOR SURE he was pushing 25lbs.  Not so much.

If anything, the doctor was more concerned that Liam wasn’t talking.  Well, he’s talking but he was hoping for actual words.  And Liam isn’t even doing “mama” or “dada” or anything.  The child babbles ALL.  THE.  TIME.  He’s just speaking his own little language.  I haven’t been too nervous about it because Harry wasn’t a big talker either.  He didn’t really start breaking out and talking until he was three years old.  And now look at him!  Mr. 8th Grade Reading Level.  The doctor said we’d keep an eye on him, see how he was doing at 18 months, and if we’re getting close to two years and he’s still not talking, then maybe do some early intervention.  Me?  Still not worried.

So my little guy is still a little guy.  But he’s doing just fine otherwise.  Have I mentioned that he took his first steps this last week?  Yep.  He did.  He totally rocks.

The weekend that wasn't

Things we didn’t do this weekend (for better or for worse):

  • Go see a movie either at the $3 theater at the Grand Sierra or at the drive-in which is apparently still open, much to my surprise.
  • Buy an Xbox360 and a copy of Halo 3 and end up spending the whole weekend playing campaign on coop, yelling at the television, eating tons of junk food and having an all around awesome time.
  • Go for a drive up in the mountains to see some of the newly fallen snow and look for trees changing color (talk about a great photography opportunity!).
  • Go to church (eep).
  • Resist the urge to eat lunch at McDonalds.
  • Rent an enormously pithy and/or entertaining movie from Blockbuster and afterward had a hard time falling asleep because we had so much to say to each other about it.
  • Clean out our bedroom and start actually throwing things away and finding places for things (not to mention finding things that have been missing for MONTHS, like the upstairs remote control).
  • Get a good nights sleep in spite of the horribly old, lumpy and uncomfortable mattress we STILL have after all this time.

Oh well, there’s always next weekend right?  Please say, “right”.