Friday, June 23, 2006

From my last doctor's appointment...

Last Thursday I had my first prenatal appointment with my doctor in our town. The first two had been up in Denver at an OBs office, since I am going to have to go to Denver for my delivery (as I was kicked out of the hospital here after having Eva...) and I just thought this was the funniest conversation. First a little background, I was trying to explain as well as I can how the prenatal care will be split, but as of now, all I know is that I am supposed to go back up to Denver next month for my 20 week ultrasound. After that, as much detail as I have received is "we'll want you back in late pregnancy." My doc down here guessed that they would want to start seeing me again at 35 weeks. I mentioned that one of the reasons I chose the hospital I would be delivering at is that it is about 20 mins away from my parent's house. Here's the conversation:
DOCTOR: So, you'll be living up there at the end
ME: Well, the OB said that I didn't need to, and even if my water broke here, he thought I'd make it to the hospital in plenty of time.
DOCTOR: Does he know how FAR away we are????
ME: Well, I told him that it is a 3 1/2 hour drive, and he didn't seem concerned
DOCTOR: I would suggest that you move up with your parents no later than 36 weeks!
It was just too funny of a conversation...Can you tell that this doctor does NOT want to have to deliver me again!?! Although, as much as I don't want to go live with my parents (as my mother will drive me insane, and I will have to leave Eva with my mother-in-law so that hubby can get to work everyday) I think that my local doctor has a better grasp of this than my OB. Particularly since in November, there is always the possibility that a bad snowstorm could make it impossible to leave town at all... Though I have to admit that I won't move up with my parents until AT LEAST 37 weeks...and since Eva decided to come at 37 and 4, I would hope I wouldn't have to wait too much longer for Charlie (though I am quite aware that a c-section being moved up for PROM could be quite different from a VBAC since I never experienced a contraction with Eva...)

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the flowers...

I have had a challenging few weeks...but I'll come back and blog on that later...

Today, nap time was the problem. Eva was rubbing her eyes, and clearly tired, so I (happily) put her down for a nap. Well, then my cell phone was my mom. While standing next to the back door talking to her (it's the only place inside I can get service, and it was raining, so I wasn't going to go outside to talk...) Eva started crying. I wanted to get a load of laundry in the washer, unload the dishwasher and catch a shower...I went and got her out of her crib and started to rock her. She wanted down to rock in her own rocking chair, so I let her down...the house phone rang (which, for some reason, Eva seems to think she needs to point out to me!) and it was my hubby. So, I let Eva just play for a bit while I talked to him. (A side note: she can now open the front door, so we now have to keep it locked!) When I got off the phone we tried the crib again. She was sad, and I had to go back and tell her to lie down again, but I was determined...I got a load started in the washing machine and hopped in the shower. She was STILL crying when I got out of the shower. So, after I got dressed, I went in, gave her a spanking and then rocked her until she stopped crying. I put her back down in her crib...
I started to unload the dishwasher...she was crying again. I went back in, told her to lie down and that if I had to come in again, she'd get another spanking and I wouldn't come in again until her dad got home...
However, she was crying again, and I had a change of has been storming a little bit this afternoon, and even though she doesn't normally seem scared by storms, I thought that maybe she was. I got her out of her crib, and laid down with her in my bed. She just clung to me, and fell asleep...
Sometimes I need to remember that Eva is what is important, and if I don't accomplish anything in my day other than giving her the love she needs, I have still accomplished a lot.
After a while, my arms started to fall asleep, and a fly started to harass me, so I slipped out from underneath my sweet little baby girl, and came out here to write about it (and fold a little laundry!) So, she is still sweetly sleeping in my bed, and I keep going back to check on her every few minutes so that she won't be scared when she wakes up!

Friday, June 02, 2006

Well, this answers my hubby's favorite question...

Your Linguistic Profile::
70% General American English
15% Yankee
10% Upper Midwestern
0% Dixie
0% Midwestern
What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

I'm guessing it's the fact that I scored zero on "Dixie" and "Midwestern" that makes my hubby scratch his head...

Go try it at:

Happy June!!!

Well, June has arrived, and with it, so has an increasing amount of busy-ness! I got all of my Big Yellow Box stuff the other day, and have been working on getting some crafts done. I invited a bunch of people over next week for a launch party (basically, I get to do a party for myself!) and once more it is a pretty random selection of church members, family members, and postal workers! So, hopefully that goes well. We are also getting close to our last Mass with our current priest! So, throw in some choir rehearsals...then the Roman Catholic Homeschooler's Conference in fundraising garage study...swim lessons for Eva...selling the house...and FINALLY getting to use my gift certificate from Mother's Day for a haircut, manicure and pedicure (I haven't had a professional haircut since I was preggo with Eva, and I've never had a manicure or a pedicure before!) I'm going to be a busy little beaver during the month of June...but I guess the more I have to do, the faster the month will go, and the sooner we will hit November and get to see Charlie! (Although, I have to admit, I am not looking forward to the birth process AT ALL!!!)
I'm about to post an explanation of my language skills. Found a pretty cool little quiz! Basically, this is the deal...I don't speak the same language as my husband and his family (we both CLAIM that it is English we speak...) but I can't blame it on my family, because I don't speak like them either. For instance, no one can figure out why I have always said "Soda" instead of "Pop" (the preferred word for both my family and my hubby's family!) I also pronounce Pillow "pellow" and don't even get my hubby started on my pronunciation of "crayon" (he mocks it so much that I am getting a complex about whether people will be able to understand what I am saying when forced to use the word "crayon" at my home parties...of course, my MIL calls them "colors", so I guess I'm a step up from that!) Beyond that, there is the mocking of my colloquial phrases (that did come from my family) such as "go pound sand in a rat hole" (when you are mad at someone) and "people in Hell want ice water." His family on the other hand, has such phrases as "Make hay while the sun shines" and an immensely obscene one about a monkey and a football...It just amazes me how much language can be different between people. I say "creek", hubby believes it is a "crick" if it is small (if it is empty, as most, ahem, "creeks" are around here, I call it nothing!). My MIL upon occasion will say "warsh" and "Warshington" though she tries really hard not to...and she has a SIL who says both "warsh" and "rinch" (that's rinse to you and me), so whenever MIL slips and says she needs to "warsh" something, I ask her if she's going to "rinch" it too!
Okay, better go work on my pronunciation of the word "crayon" so that I don't traumatize myself at my home parties...(and speaking of traumatize, I always have a compulsion to spell things the British way...with s instead of z, and adding u to words like behavior)