er… i mean two weeks!
Let’s see… after my last post, we were in a car accident… no one was hurt, PRAISE GOD! The car wasn’t so lucky. It was Saturday the 19th, and we were having such a great day. We took off to pick up our deer head (i know some of you think it’s gross and/or wrong, but don’t sent hate mail…), and i have to say it turned out great. i wasn’t that impressed with it when it was just laying there, but once it’s set up and positioned, it looks beautiful. Beef was tickled, and proud, and if that makes him happy, then i’m happy! We stopped at the exchange so he could get a hair cut and some materials to change the oil in his car, and on our way off the base, we were caught up in a collision. For those of you out there who think you are doing a favor by “helping” other drivers and waiving them across lanes of traffic, please DON’T! There were three lanes, one going north, one going south, and the center turn lane. Well, the center turn lane was backed up about a half mile, and we were headed straight in the northbound travel lane. Another driver in a van was headed south, but wanted to turn into a parking lot. Unfortunately, the turn lane was blocked with traffic headed north off of the base. A driver in the turn lane waved the driver of the van to come across the turn lane and then across the northbound travel lane so they could get into the parking lot. It just so happened, that at that exact moment, we were in the lane, and crossing the entrance to the parking lot. NOT GOOD! Beef was definitely worried about me and the baby, but we were fine. The car’s font end was very dented, but was still drivable. The van was also able to be driven, but the passenger door was jammed shut, because of where we hit it. After all the formalities, all parties left, and i just prayed that it would all work out with the insurance company. We are very fortunate, in that the other party did have insurance, and since they were at fault, their insurance covered our car repairs. We were blessed, as usual!
We made it through the weekend, and didn’t go anywhere! On Tuesday, i left work feeling queasy, and thought i’d better stop by the house to get sick before heading to our regular prenatal visit. i assumed that it was something i ate, or maybe a bug, and went on with my appointment. i didn’t mention it to my doctor, again, because i felt like it wasn’t a big deal.
After leaving the doctor’s office, we headed to take the car in for repairs. We were given a Dodge Charger for a rental car. We had been wanting to test drive one, and when we got in, we were glad that it had plenty of room. After driving it for a bit, we were surprised to have thoughts like the blind spots… man, we are getting old, and we are getting protective of our child… who gets in a car like a Charger and worries about blind spots???!!! One more blessing of being pregnant. At any rate, we decided we wouldn’t be buying one until the baby is a LOT older! :)
After picking up the car, it was about six hours since i’d eaten anything, and i am supposed to be eating every two to four hours… so you can imagine how hungry i was… we stopped at a restaurant and grabbed a bite to eat. We have eaten at this restaurant before, and i generally enjoy the burgers, however, something didn’t taste right about this burger… it was cooked through, it wasn’t a raw taste, it was more of a charcoal taste… i can’t describe it…
at any rate, after dinner, we headed for home, and within two hours, i was sick. Again, i wasn’t well earlier in the day, so i figured it would be a 24 hour bug, and i’d be over it… little did i know…
i was sick all night, pretty much every 15 to 30 minutes… i stayed sick the next day, so i called the OB nurse and asked if there was anything i could take. she suggested i let this “bug” run its course, but that if i continued to get sick as frequently as i was, or if it got worse, i was to come in to the office on Thursday. Thursday morning, i was very worried. i was still getting sick every 30 minutes, and felt very dizzy and like i could pass out. i had asked if CornFed Papa could take me to the hospital, but he wasn’t able to, because he had no one to cover for him so he could leave.
i seriously considered calling an ambulance, for fear that i would wreck the car on my way to get help… but i got in and drove myself to the hospital… the nurses at labor and delivery were very nice, and got me in a bed and hooked up to the monitors right away. They offered me a glass of water, and explained that there was a delivery in progress, and that the doctor would be in as soon as possible to look at me. The baby was moving… she hadn’t stopped moving really… it was like she didn’t care if i was sick or not, she was going to get some more swimming time in while there was still enough room! :) i wasn’t exceptionally worried about her for that reason… i was more concerned about her fluids and nutrients, because i knew i wasn’t getting anything to stay in or down… i wasn’t sure what damage that could do to her, but i knew it was not good…
The whole time, she kept moving, making the nurse chase her with the monitors, her heartbeat was like a little reminder that she was still there, still breathing, still doing alright… it stayed within range, but did go up and down a couple of times… the good thing was that i don’t think i was in contractions, which i thought i might be…
After 5 hours, the doctor finally came in and told me she’d like to take some blood and fluids for testing… i was so tired and uncomfortable and ready to go home, i felt like maybe i had come in for no reason, after all, the nurses didn’t think it was important to get me on an IV right away, and only offered me one cup of water, so what was the point… the doctor seemed concerned, but was willing to let me go if i so desired… the only thing was, i didn’t know what i should do… i called Beef, and by God’s grace, he was pulling into the parking lot, getting ready to find me… (the phones didn’t work in the hospital, so when i called, i just told him i was in the hospital, still waiting for the doctor) he came up right away, and waited for the doctor to come back to hear my decision. i decided that i could do the lab samples and the doctor thought it was imperative that i get some hydration, so they hooked up and IV and i downed the first bag within fifteen minutes! After that i had a second bag of fluids, and we went home around 7:30 that night. it was a long day, but i was looking forward to being in my own bed, and using my own bathroom again! They gave me medicine to help the nausea and other ill effects, and i was on my way back to health. Saturday, i felt better, but still weak… at least i wasn’t getting sick, and was able to keep down toast with peanut butter! This doesn’t sound glamorous, but believe me, it was a personal victory! :) Saturday, we got a call from the landlord and they have decided to sell the house, and let us know that the realtor would be over Sunday to take pictures. What a joy it was to clean house and try to get the place presentable, after being sick all week. (not really, but what choice did i have???) The realtor came by on Sunday and took the pictures, and we had the landlord come by to agree on a time frame for our move-out if the house should sell…
this is not something i am thrilled about. i don’t want to move when i’m 9 months pregnant (or 8 or 7 months pregnant for that matter!)… i don’t want strangers in the house walking around, looking at it, thinking about moving in… but i don’t want to hurt the landlord either. i just wish this could happen AFTER the baby is born, or better yet, AFTER we find out whether or not we’ll be here for another year or not… then we’ll know how to go about making a “plan B”. i hate not having a “plan B”… it makes me nervous… but i know God is in control, and i know that i have to trust Him, because there is absolutely NOTHING i can do about it… all this is happening, and i can’t do a darn thing… just trust God… and for me, (a control freak, organizing, obsessive – compulsive and worry-wart) that is enough to keep me busy! Also, after my follow-up appointment with the doctor this past week, he let me know that the baby will not go past her due date… since we know the exact date we got pregnant, we know exactly when she should arrive… and with the GD, and the fact that i’m older, he doesn’t want us to go past the due date. i’m praying for week 38 or 39, that way her lungs are developed, and she can survive on her own. The doctor thinks this would be optimum as well…
that’s all for now…
sorry i didn’t update these in each date, as you can tell, i’ve been running around, getting sick, getting better, running some more and worrying even more than that…
i’m ready to slow down and have PEACE! i can’t wait until the baby comes…
We made it through the weekend, and didn’t go anywhere! On Tuesday, i left work feeling queasy, and thought i’d better stop by the house to get sick before heading to our regular prenatal visit. i assumed that it was something i ate, or maybe a bug, and went on with my appointment. i didn’t mention it to my doctor, again, because i felt like it wasn’t a big deal.
After leaving the doctor’s office, we headed to take the car in for repairs. We were given a Dodge Charger for a rental car. We had been wanting to test drive one, and when we got in, we were glad that it had plenty of room. After driving it for a bit, we were surprised to have thoughts like the blind spots… man, we are getting old, and we are getting protective of our child… who gets in a car like a Charger and worries about blind spots???!!! One more blessing of being pregnant. At any rate, we decided we wouldn’t be buying one until the baby is a LOT older! :)
After picking up the car, it was about six hours since i’d eaten anything, and i am supposed to be eating every two to four hours… so you can imagine how hungry i was… we stopped at a restaurant and grabbed a bite to eat. We have eaten at this restaurant before, and i generally enjoy the burgers, however, something didn’t taste right about this burger… it was cooked through, it wasn’t a raw taste, it was more of a charcoal taste… i can’t describe it…
at any rate, after dinner, we headed for home, and within two hours, i was sick. Again, i wasn’t well earlier in the day, so i figured it would be a 24 hour bug, and i’d be over it… little did i know…
i was sick all night, pretty much every 15 to 30 minutes… i stayed sick the next day, so i called the OB nurse and asked if there was anything i could take. she suggested i let this “bug” run its course, but that if i continued to get sick as frequently as i was, or if it got worse, i was to come in to the office on Thursday. Thursday morning, i was very worried. i was still getting sick every 30 minutes, and felt very dizzy and like i could pass out. i had asked if CornFed Papa could take me to the hospital, but he wasn’t able to, because he had no one to cover for him so he could leave.
i seriously considered calling an ambulance, for fear that i would wreck the car on my way to get help… but i got in and drove myself to the hospital… the nurses at labor and delivery were very nice, and got me in a bed and hooked up to the monitors right away. They offered me a glass of water, and explained that there was a delivery in progress, and that the doctor would be in as soon as possible to look at me. The baby was moving… she hadn’t stopped moving really… it was like she didn’t care if i was sick or not, she was going to get some more swimming time in while there was still enough room! :) i wasn’t exceptionally worried about her for that reason… i was more concerned about her fluids and nutrients, because i knew i wasn’t getting anything to stay in or down… i wasn’t sure what damage that could do to her, but i knew it was not good…
The whole time, she kept moving, making the nurse chase her with the monitors, her heartbeat was like a little reminder that she was still there, still breathing, still doing alright… it stayed within range, but did go up and down a couple of times… the good thing was that i don’t think i was in contractions, which i thought i might be…
After 5 hours, the doctor finally came in and told me she’d like to take some blood and fluids for testing… i was so tired and uncomfortable and ready to go home, i felt like maybe i had come in for no reason, after all, the nurses didn’t think it was important to get me on an IV right away, and only offered me one cup of water, so what was the point… the doctor seemed concerned, but was willing to let me go if i so desired… the only thing was, i didn’t know what i should do… i called Beef, and by God’s grace, he was pulling into the parking lot, getting ready to find me… (the phones didn’t work in the hospital, so when i called, i just told him i was in the hospital, still waiting for the doctor) he came up right away, and waited for the doctor to come back to hear my decision. i decided that i could do the lab samples and the doctor thought it was imperative that i get some hydration, so they hooked up and IV and i downed the first bag within fifteen minutes! After that i had a second bag of fluids, and we went home around 7:30 that night. it was a long day, but i was looking forward to being in my own bed, and using my own bathroom again! They gave me medicine to help the nausea and other ill effects, and i was on my way back to health. Saturday, i felt better, but still weak… at least i wasn’t getting sick, and was able to keep down toast with peanut butter! This doesn’t sound glamorous, but believe me, it was a personal victory! :) Saturday, we got a call from the landlord and they have decided to sell the house, and let us know that the realtor would be over Sunday to take pictures. What a joy it was to clean house and try to get the place presentable, after being sick all week. (not really, but what choice did i have???) The realtor came by on Sunday and took the pictures, and we had the landlord come by to agree on a time frame for our move-out if the house should sell…
this is not something i am thrilled about. i don’t want to move when i’m 9 months pregnant (or 8 or 7 months pregnant for that matter!)… i don’t want strangers in the house walking around, looking at it, thinking about moving in… but i don’t want to hurt the landlord either. i just wish this could happen AFTER the baby is born, or better yet, AFTER we find out whether or not we’ll be here for another year or not… then we’ll know how to go about making a “plan B”. i hate not having a “plan B”… it makes me nervous… but i know God is in control, and i know that i have to trust Him, because there is absolutely NOTHING i can do about it… all this is happening, and i can’t do a darn thing… just trust God… and for me, (a control freak, organizing, obsessive – compulsive and worry-wart) that is enough to keep me busy! Also, after my follow-up appointment with the doctor this past week, he let me know that the baby will not go past her due date… since we know the exact date we got pregnant, we know exactly when she should arrive… and with the GD, and the fact that i’m older, he doesn’t want us to go past the due date. i’m praying for week 38 or 39, that way her lungs are developed, and she can survive on her own. The doctor thinks this would be optimum as well…
that’s all for now…
sorry i didn’t update these in each date, as you can tell, i’ve been running around, getting sick, getting better, running some more and worrying even more than that…
i’m ready to slow down and have PEACE! i can’t wait until the baby comes…
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