Tell 'em "Large Marge" sentchya.
Vic likes to do a "photo shoot" of me every Mother's Day. These were taken in our beautiful backyard with our new bridge that Stinky built. So fun!
I've done a lot of complaining lately on this here blog. Boy, howdy. I have felt miserable. When I stop and think about it, I have been sick since mid-March, just before my benefit concert. I had a 2 week break where I nested like a mad woman and felt great but have been sick again since mid-April.
I knew my body could produce a lot of tears after Lucy died, there was just no end to them. But I had no idea it could produce this amount of snot. Being able to breathe is HIGHLY underrated. As is being able to bend at the waist and in general, not feeling like you are going to die at any given moment.
See, I've been very dehydrated but didn't know it. Also, I have extremely low blood pressure. EXTREMELY. Every time I go for a pre-natal visit, the nurse says, "How are you even walking around with blood pressure that low? I would be fainted on the floor."
Yes, well...I'd like to do that. Death (that of my own-- no one else please) has sounded absolutely wonderful as of late. I've seen no other way around it. I have felt so miserable in fact, that my natural child birth loving brain and body have thought that they should just knock me out and take the baby c-section because I simply can't do it.
So yesterday, right after I sent Peter off on a play date with Eagle, I started feeling extremely faint. Shaking, no color in my face whatsoever, rapid pulse, dizzy, etc. etc. Long story short--neighbor friend and nurse came over. Visiting teacher and wonder woman Michelle came over. They pumped me full of Gatorade, salt, coca-cola, tested my blood sugar, gave me anti-nausea medication, talked to me, and took me for a drive.
Turns out, all that water I've been drinking (I would go through three 16 oz. bottles of water between going to bed and getting out of bed in the morning alone), was flushing so much out of me that I wasn't retaining anything and my electrolytes were extremely low. And how dry is it here? Ugh. Stiflingly dry. I wish I had a 50 gallon humidifier in every room in my house.
Sooo....not in labor. (I was really having a lot of pains Sunday evening on a walk with my boys). And I'm feeling better. I might be able to give birth after all. Gatorade is my new drug of choice, and I'm just filling as many tissues as I can before D-Day arrives. This gunk has got to stop eventually, right? And the cough? The cough is going on about 7 weeks now. I can't even comprehend the bliss of feeling relatively healthy.
We've got our Lucy wreath on the door, the nursery is ready to go (Oh my word--so cute I can't handle it--I still need a white dust ruffle for the crib and am having a hard time finding one)!, Vic has been working on house projects, and I'm writing long, random blogs.
To blog about:
-The Ducks (I'll just tell you now...one got eaten by a dog).
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