Coffee will save my soul
I went to the doctor on Friday. Okay, that's not entirely true. I went to the office, but I saw the Nurse Practioner, not the OB. My doc was out of town and I got the other lady rather than rescheduling.
My weight has curiously plateaued. I'm the same weight I was last month. My total weight gain remains at eight pounds, but, happily the nurse reassured Adam that he doesn't need to freak out. The belly is growing and that's all that matters. He seemed to have handled okay. I do admit that it's very confusing to me. I'm seven months pregnant. I've gained just enough weight for a pound a month. It's weird. The happy part is that even if I put on two pounds a week for the last trimester I'm still going to be in very good condition.
I whined about my lethargy, so they upped my iron in an effort to annihilate this anemia. I was told that in seven to ten days I will be back to normal. I'm so happy. Seriously, I can't stand being this weak. I'm crossing my fingers that things will change and soon.
The other bit of change is that I'm switching from Sudafed to coffee in the morning. Crazy, right? Apparently that's going to help at this point.
I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed that drinking coffee is part of my new regimen. I worked so hard to get off of caffeine and now I'm being asked to go back? Bummer.
Now that I've said the mature thing, I'll add this - I've had a cup of coffee the past two mornings and it has been fantastic! I felt like a normal person. More specifically I felt like Normal Me. Even Adam mentioned that the difference in my personality was marked and he had missed me. It was way better than the painful, "Hon, is there any way I can fix the Emo?"
Now, the lack of Sudafed does mean that the afternoons are ever so draining, but I'm not passing out, so I'm tentatively excited. I got to test this whole Caffeinated Power on a grocery store run this morning and I can declare the whole thing a success. I made it all the way through the store and I'm still going strong. There hasn't been a peep out of my heart monitor in a couple of days, either.
I was supposed to go back in four weeks, but I'm worried that preterm labor will sneak up on me, again, so I'm going back in two weeks. Perhaps it's paranoid, but I had no idea that I was contracting so effectively when I was pregnant with Mazzy. There was no pain, no way of knowing that I was dilating at all, and I don't want to accidentally walk this baby out too soon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a fully baked baby.
We purchased Mother's Day cards for Adam's mom and my mom. I know, totally lame, but we're tight on money and I know that Reba would prefer a card. Mom is in hot water, so her opinion is ignored. She gets a car and that's going to have to be good enough. Hell, I don't even get a Mother's Day card. Adam is responsible for that sort of thing and he never follows through.
Cake balls for the baby shower have been ordered. I went with Lemon, Red Velvet and Pecan Pie balls. They're going to put little frog faces on them for me. I think. At least they'll have little eyes. I'm glad that they've been ordered. It's one less thing to worry about.
Adam and I have finally agreed on a paint color. I think. It's just a matter of getting him to finish sanding and priming the nursery. He's hoping to have it all done by next week. That gives a week to change our minds about the color of the walls.
My blackberry bush has some berries on it and my cucumbers are tiny, but I'm growing things. It's wonderful. Next year Adam has promised me a place to grow my wildflowers. I've got some lovely brown-eyed Susan's, but their in a pot. I want a bunch of flowers in a corner of the backyard, behind where the blackberry bush is growing. We've agreed to plant the garden in front of it. This way we still have plenty of yard to use for Nora's running and sandbox and general playing.
I know that Mom is leaving. I know that this weight of lethargy and sadness I've been under will pass and I'm a better woman for it. I like who I'm capable of being. Adam has been so supportive during all of this. It's been hard for him because it's like I'm carrying a cloud that blocks his light, too, but we're both coming in to the sun.
My weight has curiously plateaued. I'm the same weight I was last month. My total weight gain remains at eight pounds, but, happily the nurse reassured Adam that he doesn't need to freak out. The belly is growing and that's all that matters. He seemed to have handled okay. I do admit that it's very confusing to me. I'm seven months pregnant. I've gained just enough weight for a pound a month. It's weird. The happy part is that even if I put on two pounds a week for the last trimester I'm still going to be in very good condition.
I whined about my lethargy, so they upped my iron in an effort to annihilate this anemia. I was told that in seven to ten days I will be back to normal. I'm so happy. Seriously, I can't stand being this weak. I'm crossing my fingers that things will change and soon.
The other bit of change is that I'm switching from Sudafed to coffee in the morning. Crazy, right? Apparently that's going to help at this point.
I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed that drinking coffee is part of my new regimen. I worked so hard to get off of caffeine and now I'm being asked to go back? Bummer.
Now that I've said the mature thing, I'll add this - I've had a cup of coffee the past two mornings and it has been fantastic! I felt like a normal person. More specifically I felt like Normal Me. Even Adam mentioned that the difference in my personality was marked and he had missed me. It was way better than the painful, "Hon, is there any way I can fix the Emo?"
Now, the lack of Sudafed does mean that the afternoons are ever so draining, but I'm not passing out, so I'm tentatively excited. I got to test this whole Caffeinated Power on a grocery store run this morning and I can declare the whole thing a success. I made it all the way through the store and I'm still going strong. There hasn't been a peep out of my heart monitor in a couple of days, either.
I was supposed to go back in four weeks, but I'm worried that preterm labor will sneak up on me, again, so I'm going back in two weeks. Perhaps it's paranoid, but I had no idea that I was contracting so effectively when I was pregnant with Mazzy. There was no pain, no way of knowing that I was dilating at all, and I don't want to accidentally walk this baby out too soon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a fully baked baby.
We purchased Mother's Day cards for Adam's mom and my mom. I know, totally lame, but we're tight on money and I know that Reba would prefer a card. Mom is in hot water, so her opinion is ignored. She gets a car and that's going to have to be good enough. Hell, I don't even get a Mother's Day card. Adam is responsible for that sort of thing and he never follows through.
Cake balls for the baby shower have been ordered. I went with Lemon, Red Velvet and Pecan Pie balls. They're going to put little frog faces on them for me. I think. At least they'll have little eyes. I'm glad that they've been ordered. It's one less thing to worry about.
Adam and I have finally agreed on a paint color. I think. It's just a matter of getting him to finish sanding and priming the nursery. He's hoping to have it all done by next week. That gives a week to change our minds about the color of the walls.
My blackberry bush has some berries on it and my cucumbers are tiny, but I'm growing things. It's wonderful. Next year Adam has promised me a place to grow my wildflowers. I've got some lovely brown-eyed Susan's, but their in a pot. I want a bunch of flowers in a corner of the backyard, behind where the blackberry bush is growing. We've agreed to plant the garden in front of it. This way we still have plenty of yard to use for Nora's running and sandbox and general playing.
I know that Mom is leaving. I know that this weight of lethargy and sadness I've been under will pass and I'm a better woman for it. I like who I'm capable of being. Adam has been so supportive during all of this. It's been hard for him because it's like I'm carrying a cloud that blocks his light, too, but we're both coming in to the sun.
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