I woke up this morning after another rough night to two fairly angsty kids, and decided I needed an out. So I made a spontaneous trip to the city to meet my mom for lunch. We enjoyed our short visit, I grabbed a coffee, and headed back home. I know, it might sound pointless, but sometimes I just need some new scenery. And I had to be back home at a good time.

One of Bradys friends from high school recently moved to the city, and we invited him over for dinner, so as soon as I arrived home, I whipped up a big batch of honey chicken and chucked it in the crock pot. The kids played for a while and I gave Laela some milk and lunch. Dekker had eaten in the city, but Laela hadn’t. Once everyone was topped up, they went to bed. Both were pretty unimpressed with the idea but they got over it and fell asleep at a decent time. I was going to use the next while to ready the house, but I was tired and there wasn’t tons to do, so I figured I’d leave it for a while. Instead of doing the dishes and picking up the toys, I lay in bed and rested. I’m trying to just move on past my sore tailbone, since I know its just bruised, but in all honesty, it bugs me pretty much all the time. And thats tiring! So I rested.

Brady came home at a good time and did the majority of getting the house ready. I screwed up the green bean casserole, so I went to raid the garden for veggies. The corn is still a little ways off, but we had one great big cucumber to serve anyway. It was a pretty unexciting meal but it did taste good. Alex was great company, and had one of the BEST Dekker radars I’ve ever seen. Dekker warmed up to him surprisingly quickly, to the point where Deks would give him high fives, pound fists, and answer questions. That often takes a number of visits for him to get that comfortable, but it was really really smooth. If Dekker wanted a toy but was too shy to get up and get it, Alex would bring it to him. That helped a lot, I think 🙂 The kids went down at a normal time, and the three of us visited late into the evening, as I’m sure you can tell by this late post. It was a really nice evening, and we’ll potentially be spending some more time with him this weekend, so we’ll look forward to that.

But first, bedtime for everyone. Too bad its such a long drive home for people who visit us :/ However, we’re already curled up in bed deciding what to watch before we give in to sleep. Looking forward to both of those things… 

Brady will be arriving home in the next fifteen minutes or so. The kids are down for the night (though not sleeping) and we all survived! I really love having my husband home for those few hours before bedtime, but no such luck tonight, and I think we did ok 🙂

I’ve been sleeping really well since becoming pregnant this time around, but last night I wasn’t able to sleep after my pee break. I dozed in and out for a few hours and was rudely awakened for good by an early morning phone call from CRA for my working husband who works and isn’t at home in the day. You’d think they’d assume that, being that his listed business number is different than his home phone. Anyway, from that phone call, I got up and got the kids. For the first time, I intentionally skipped Laelas morning nap with the intention to put them down together in the afternoon without hassle. It worked beautifully!!! They didn’t fuss or get up or even chatter amongst themselves. They just slept. For two hours. I know I sound greedy, but when they sleep separate, I get three hours out of Dekker easily still. But thats just not the case, and I suppose I can come to terms with that. While the kids slept, I dozed a bit in bed, trying to rest, and watched a few YouTube videos. For supper, I fed the kids the boxed, bad for you but oh so good, processed supper and we played downstairs for a couple of hours. Dekker was still feeling pretty worn, and since I can finally get past my soreness and just be a bit uncomfortable, he sat beside me in a squishy chair for easily a half hour, if not more. It was comfy and cuddly and nice.

I put the kids down at the normal time, right around 7:30. Dekker sure doesn’t appreciate bedtime, but how many kids really do, right? He had a bit of attitude toward me, but we recovered and they both went down fine. Of course, I can hear him talking, and Laela is standing up and shuffling all around her crib, but they’ll get there eventually. 

Anyway, yay us for surviving the day together!!! Not sure I’d like to do it on my own every day, but we did good 🙂 Sooo thankful for the help I have!

Laela has officially been upgraded to a big girl carseat! Granted, Dekker outgrew his bucket seat around five months old, and Laela is eleven months old, but its been a beautiful stretch of being able to just pull her seat out and take her places that way. She was contained and snug as a bug in a rug. Now, carrying that blasted bucket seat so far from my body feels sooo heavy to me and my poor already-aching body that we figured it was time. She’s just shy of the weight limit anyway, so either we switched her now, or in a couple of weeks. So it happened today. I didn’t take a picture of her in it today (oops) but I will next time. If you guys remember (for those of you who have been around forever) we bought her a carseat when we were pregnant with her, and before we knew she was a girl. It was a serious gamble, but we went with pink. And it is SOOO much cuter than we thought it would be!! The box boasted of a pale baby pink accent color, but its a cute bright non-pepto pink!!! We love it 🙂

I dropped Dekker off with my mom for a couple of hours and ran into the city to do a few little things with Laela. We brought Brady some coffee at work, and he and I just peeked at her through the van windows while she slept. Her little cheeks hanging down in complete relaxation, her toy cuddled in the crook of her arm, adorned with a beautiful little floral peasant top. Her little hair, JUST starting to curl. She was just a dream today. From Bradys jobsite, we hit up the mall and visited with Jerilee just for a few minutes before we had to be at my chiropractic appointment. Dr. Mike hasn’t seen Laela in quite a while, so I was excited to show her off. However, she wasn’t contained to her bucket, so for the most part, I hoped she would just behave.

It was pretty much adorable. I was feeding her puffs when he came in. We got them all reintroduced before I went to lay on the table. I closed up her snack container so she wouldn’t spill all over the floor. When I got situated, I glanced around to check on her, and found Dr. Mike sitting beside her on the floor, shaking her snacks at her like a rattle. He cracked it open, gave her one more, and then came over to treat me. It was completely adorable, and Laela was sooo sad when she was left alone. She crawled aimlessly around the room, weeping bitterly through the whole treatment. It was hilarious and adorable. The best news from the appointment is that my back and tailbone aren’t too screwed up from the fall. I mean, they’re screwed up because of the bad posture I’ve been using since I biffed, since I can’t sit comfortably and straight, but one will heal the other basically. It’ll come as the bruises fade.

After my appointment, I hit Michaels and bought the yarn I forgot to buy the other day, and then headed back to my parents house for the day. Brady came over at a really reasonable time and we practiced music for church next Sunday before supper. I think it should go pretty smoothly. We haven’t been to church much this summer at all, much less lead music, so this will mix it up a bit for us, but should be good! Anyway, we finished up with that, got the kids up from their naps, and ate a ridiculously delicious supper of corn chowder and dill biscuits. Easily one of my favorite meals, and I’ve been craving yummy chunky hearty soups these days, so it really hit the spot.

Now, kids are home and surprisingly quiet in their room, and Brady and I are just getting ready for a soak and some tv. And then sleep. Considerably less up tomorrow. Maybe some crocheting. Gotta get started. Its almost winter, after all. Sigh.

I am very happy that my little boy is three, and I want to celebrate it! However, after a full day of not having him behave unless I’ve raised my voice and asked fifteen times, I feel like maybe three isn’t my favorite so far. However, the evening ended with Laela drinking milk, Dekker insisted he wanted to burp her, him gently patting her back, Laela burping, and then her clapping for him all on her own! It was completely adorable and I’m so glad we had that note to end on rather than the whole day seeming to have been a struggle.

So! Back to Dekker’s birthday. I think I gave an overview on the day of, but to refresh everyone, we just had a family party, all comfy at home. We had macaroni and cheese for supper, with iced tea. We had blue cake afterwards. Dekker wore sweats. It was a suuuper relaxed birthday, and I think it was exactly what Dekker wanted! He was thrilled.

The attendees:

Dekker and Laela: The worlds cutest kids, thus far.

Hailey and Brady: Makers of aforementioned cute kids.

Frank and Jeanne: Maker of the aforementioned maker (Hailey) of aforementioned adorable kids.

Well, that was confusing.

Dekker blew out his candles immediately, but we caught one! He was more excited to pull out the candles and get to the good stuff.

By golly! For a plain vanilla cake, it was pretty delicious! These faces don’t lie! Yet.

The best (and only) sibling picture from the night.

 

The best gift of the day! Dekker was thrilled with his basketball hoop! That kid is very seriously ballin’. He sunk more baskets than I could currently, and not from walking up and tipping them in. He’s just good. He’s got game.

Other fun gifts he got! He gave his pillow pets lots of kisses and Daddy showed off his mad recorder skills on Dekker’s new instrument.

Two monster trucks that drive themselves and make a bunch of noises, and some clothes that he breezed past, because why wouldn’t he? He lined up all his toys next to his hoop and took a load off. What a loaded evening he had!

ARE WE SURE HE’S ONLY THREE????? This kid is WAY too cool for his own good!!!

I love you every which way and how, Dekker Thomas.

 

 

Thinking my aching bum and back wouldn’t allow me to sit on the hard wooden benches at church, we opted out of the service this morning and instead headed to spend the day with my mom. We arrived in the late morning and really had the perfect day. Lots of toys, playing, eating, visiting, and while the kids napped, card playing. It was the perfect day. I did get slaughtered five games in a row, but it was worth it for some good company and easy conversation. And the great pictures we got of the kids! So this might just be a relaxed/brag post about the littles and how awesome they are. All photo credit goes to my mom, the taker of all pictures. Her camera has been on the fritz/in the shop/in the hands of idiots all summer, so she had learned to work her magic on my lame but still functional point and shoot camera. Love her.

And them. LOVE them!

I’m also happy to say we finally got our act together and grabbed all the photos from Dekkers birthday party from my mom, so I’ll do a photo post about that really soon. I know, Deks has already been three for ten whole days, but better late than never, right? Maybe tomorrow 🙂

Oh oh oh! ONE MORE THING I have to talk about because I’ll forget later, and I’m TOTALLY excited! Recently, we got our water cooler/Keurig thing and it is fully set up, fully working, and fully awesome. Seriously, I am so excited to have that working in our house. Also, we are currently waiting on three parcels that I’m really excited for! Some cute fall clothes for Laela in the next size up, since she’s growing like a weed, will be here early next week. PLUS, coming in the next who knows when, we just recently ordered a whole five piece set from carseatcanopy.com for the new baby! I loved having the inside of Laela’s carseat so soft, and I’m excited Jim will know the same minky softness 🙂 AND a new nursing pillow!!! Ours has been soaked in vomit from who children, its wearing in the middle, and just needs to be replaced. So I used the coupon code from purchasing the carseat cover and got the nursing pillow for just the cost of shipping! Both adorable patterns and I just can’t wait! I’ll post it all on here when it finally comes 🙂 Sorry, but I can’t be the only person who gets excited about mail. I can’t be, right??!!

Here’s the skinny on the ever-expanding body of mine. After my biff yesterday, I expected today to be my worst day for soreness. So in preparation for that, I had a warm-ish soak last night, to soak my aches but not swell them up any extra. I took Tylenol and my regular Diclectin before bed, and Brady said he’d give me the morning off to sleep in.

I slept like a log, minus my 3:30am pee break. I put my hand on my back when I got up out of bed, and my skin was tight! So I guess I was pretty swelled up. The next time I woke was at 10:45am!!! Insane, hey? But it was amazing. And all the swelling was down. I headed downstairs and spent time with the fam for the rest of the day. I found ways to sit that were fairly comfortable, but made a point to get up here and there. I tried really hard to keep snacking and drinking but had virtually no appetite. Also, while I know I’m not further injured or anything, my neck is sooo sore today! Just the general soreness that comes from tension and stress, but a sore neck is still a sore neck.  But I tried to roll with the day, and even found it in me (somewhere) to lift my kids up and get some cuddles. I found it really hard to lift them yesterday, or get down on the ground with them, but I’ve noticed already that they’re needing some solid physical touch. Of course, Brady is filling that need beautifully, but I miss it too. We played and watched musicals and I crocheted and we had a generally good day! Waaay better than I thought. I’ve had a bit of a dull headache throughout most of the day, but I gave up on being a hero and decided Tylenol would help me be a better mom and wife, and it did.

Now, the kids are in bed (thanks to Brady, again) and we’re getting ready for a soak. Tomorrow, we’ll actually get out of the house and go see my parents for the day. Still low to no big responsibilities, but new scenery is always refreshing. This has not been the ideal long weekend, but hey! We’re self employed, Brady works when he can, therefore we never know when its a long weekend, haha! So the extra day off was a fun surprise 🙂 I hope you are all having at least slightly more exciting holidays than we are!

I bet everyone is bored with hearing about my faint the other day. Honestly, it shook me up and I’m chatty, so thats just what happens with me. I promise, I’m done talking fainting and onto another fun thing. I bailed down the stairs today. No, I didn’t black out or anything scary like that. We have beautiful, plushy, carpeted stairs, and I slipped right at the top, landing on my tailbone, and rode them down to the bottom on my back. With Laela in my arms. It really wasn’t my finest hour. I lay Laela down on the floor at the bottom while I screeched my woes to her, successfully terrifying both her and Dekker. We all had a big cry before I asked Dekker to bring me my phone so I could weep and wail to Brady at work. Because that wouldn’t add stress to his day. I kind of knelt at the bottom of the stairs and freaked out for a bit before life had to move on. I carefully walked back up the stairs and got Laela some milk and cheerios, came back down, and began the battle of figuring out how to sit. I did a lot of back and forth sideways sitting, and what I learned from that was that I could find a remotely comfy position, but moving over to the other side was super painful. Really, really not great. I was so happy when it was finally naptime! I put the kids down and went to bed. Finding a comfy spot in bed was a challenge too, but luckily we have a super puffy bed so I found a way to lie, and promptly took a nap. I am officially wiped out. And a bit whiny. BUT!!!, I feel like we are all annoyed with my ailments that aren’t really that important but feel all encompassing to me, so let’s go with some silver linings, shall we?

If there is a day to fall down the stairs, its the friday before a long weekend! No, we won’t get to do anything riveting, but Brady will be home to take most of the weight and responsibility for three whole days while I rest my sore bum and back! Also, if there is a flight of stairs to fall down, ours are the ones! They are so puffy and and while it all still hurt a lot, I think I’d be in way worse shape if they were bare wooden stairs, or laminate. I was really in the best spot. Also, Laela was very still after we fell, and I was a bit scared, but I think thats exactly why she was so still. Within minutes, she had rolled away and was playing happily, so I think she came out of the whole thing completely unharmed!

Onto another super exciting thing about today! Brady and I made this absurdly irresponsible purchase the other day, and it finally arrived, hahaha! Of course, I didn’t hear the UPS guy come and he just left it on my deck, so I had to muscle the thing inside myself. Luckily it was pre-stair fall so it wasn’t so bad. Anyway, as I’ve mentioned in the past, our water cooler is on the fritz, so we were looking to order another one. And then I accidentally found one that was waaay cooler than just your basic water cooler! Its a bottom loader, which looks waaay nicer, in my opinion. BUT its also a single serve coffee dispenser!!!! Yes. Its a water cooler and a Keurig in one! Our Keurig has had a few temperamental days where it gurgles and heats and does its thing, but doesn’t brew. I can’t have those days. While they’re few and far between, we know its on its way out. So this is the answer to everything! No more refilling the little Keurig water tank that holds like three cups of water. Onto bigger, better, and waaay pricier things! But its beautiful, is functional, and frees up counter space. I’m sooo excited its here, and can’t wait for Brady to unpack it and set it up. Oh oh oh! The last thing I’ll say about it is that it heats the water hotter than the Keurig does, and all the reviews say that it brews a stronger cup of joe 😀 Yaaaaay!!! Goodbye, weak coffee!

So there you have it! A BIG positive in my sore, grumpy day. When I sat down lay down flat on my back to write this post, I was going to write about the water cooler first and then say that my excitement and basically the day was ruined when I fell down the stairs. But it wasn’t. Its still a good day. I can’t complain about lounging in my bed for the evening. An epsom salts soak in the tub will probably feel wonderful tonight. As long as I can find a way to sit in the tub…

Since the last time I got out, I got all sick and ruined everything, going out today was a bit nerve wracking. I could not have driven myself to the city yesterday, so luckily, I was in better shape for it today. I got the kids fed and dressed, loaded my purse with snacks, and was on my way.

I brought Dekker to spend a couple hours with my mom, and was met in the driveway with toast and honey 🙂 My mom is adorable, and ever-sustaining. Love her. I ate the toast and listened to really good music as Laela and I drove to the doctors office.

We met Brady there and got into our room right on time. We waited maybe fifteen minutes before Dr. Guselle surfaced and we recounted the whole mess from the other day. My first big faint. She took down all the info, asked a few questions, and gave the tips and suggestions that I should have already figured out. Then she did a routine prenatal appointment. Brady finally could hear the heartbeat, and I could hear it loud and clear. And you can too!!

http://youtu.be/cOVvtiX5xnY

Cool hey? I like it, anyway. My blood pressure was fine (low as usual) and my uterus is actually high enough to be measured! Just for fun, of course, since its all still pretty low down there. But its nice that things are moving right along! It felt pretty awesome to have that confirmed.

We hit up a couple of drive-thrus afterwards. Brady got himself a burger for lunch and I had an iced tea and a danish. Yum. Afterwards, Laela and I went to Walmart and Michaels for some yarn shopping. Since she still fits in a bucket seat, I always lug that in, but today she sat in the cart for the very first time! And she rocked it. She never tipped over once, and she seemed to get a real kick out of feeling the vibrations in her hands as she held on through the parking lot.

We purchased way too much yarn, and forgot a couple of colors that I actually needed to pick up for orders!! Thanks for nothing, pregnancy brain. I guess that gives me another excuse to go out again! Some of the colors have a very specific purpose or plan, but some were just pretty and I wanted them.

Laela slept on the drive to my parents, and Dekker slept on the way home, so neither kids were particularly sleepy upon arriving at home. However, neither had slept enough either. So I put them both down in their beds and figured I’d see what happened. They never got sad, but wow, did they play! Dekker did belly flops and Laela clapped and clapped for him. They would stand face to face and laugh at each other. They did great together. Definitely not sleeping, but still having some “quiet” aka away from mom time. It was awesome.

When Brady arrived home, I realized just what he was walking into. I was laying on the bed wearing only an ill-fitting bra and high waisted stretch pants. I know, a dazzling vision, isn’t it? Poor Brady. I am “that wife.” But he just laughed at me and happily got the kids.

We had leftovers for supper. They weren’t very yummy, but at least now they’re gone. Hopefully something yummier happens tomorrow. Oooooh! Maybe I should be a grown up and make something! We haven’t had honey chicken in a while…

I’m going to start waaay far back! I saw a post on Facebook a few months back, requesting models for the Saskatoon Camera Club to take photos of. One particular couple requested was a bride and groom. I jokingly offered up myself and Brady, since we both still fit our wedding stuff, and while we’re not models at all, we’re comfortable in front of a camera. A few weeks later, I got a response asking if I was serious, because she would like to use us! Having just found out we were pregnant, I did quick math and told her in TOTAL SECRECY (please don’t be bummed, those of you who didn’t know that early) that I’d be 13 weeks pregnant at that point and didn’t know if I’d still fit my stuff. She agreed to take the risk and said she’d like to use us as models whether in wedding garb or not. So we signed up!

I tried my dress on a week or two ago and was sad to see that it already was almost impossible to zip up. I wrote my friend and confessed to her that somehow, I had already become too big for my dress. She assured me it was fine and we should just wear whatever, but to still come. I was sooo ripped. I know, I’m pregnant, and have every right to not fit in my dress anymore. But I found it really hard feeling sooo ugly in something sooo pretty! So the day before model day, I got Brady to help me into my dress again. We fussed with all the fun inside stuff and got me all packed in there, and it closed pretty seamlessly! As long as I watched my posture, I could pull that thing off! I was sooo proud!

So yesterday, Jerilee came for the day, and watched the kids in the evening while Brady and I went off on our date night. I felt completely gorgeous in my twisted funky hair and my fully made up face. I felt sooo beautiful! We made it to the university in time to run into my friend and a couple of other people. One of the photographers came and helped get me into my dress. I told her I was pregnant, and she agreed that it was pretty tight, but a very beautiful dress, and it was cool that I could still fit in it.

Lots of models had congregated by the time we all got ready, and lots of photographers had gathered as well. We were all sort of paired up and sent off to start the process, and everyone would sort of filter through each other. The goal was for each photographer to get to take pictures of each model. We were paired with the lovely photographer Anna who had helped me into my dress. I loved her.

She probably took five pictures of us before I got dizzy. As soon as I mentioned it, she rushed me over into the shade. Brady grabbed onto my waist and asked how he could help. Anna suggested opening up the back of my dress to give me some breathing room. I leaned into Brady.

Then, I had a dream. I don’t remember it, but I had a dream.

I woke up to people talking to me. What? I heard them mumble. What? I asked louder. Something about water? Oh. I had a water bottle in my hand. I drank from it. My dress was open. I missed it all. Whose water was I drinking. Annas. Thanks Anna. Someone clearly came more prepared than we did!

So, apparently, this is what had happened. When I leaned into Brady, I was still holding myself up. Anna started undoing the back of my dress. My head had started to wobble back and Brady saw that my eyes were only half open. I was mumbling but not saying any real words. I never actually responded to any questions or said anything that I thought I did. I hear I was gone for about fifteen seconds. So yes, I woke up to someone taking off my clothes while I drank a strangers beverage. It was quite a debacle but Brady had lowered me down when I stopped holding myself up, and Anna was sooo sensitive and helpful! When I finally cleared up a bit, they told me I had fainted and explained the details. Within a couple of minutes, my friend Jamie who had arranged the whole event walked past and came to check on what had happened. She filled up the water bottle I was drinking from and joined the crowd of us cool kids on the ground. She offered to take me just a block or two over to the hospital, but I declined saying I knew I just needed to drink and eat something. Another woman who was there modelling her beautiful pregnant belly came by, gave me her iced tea, and scolded me for not packing snacks. On my third kid, I really had no excuse. I’m not sure how we forgot to pack snacks!!! Looking back, it was all my fault. I didn’t take good enough care of myself that day. What a bust 🙁

So I was helped to the bathroom and Jamie stood guard outside the washroom while Brady helped me out of my dress. From there, I felt a little better. I apologized all over the place and laughed my way out of the university at the mess I had caused. Such a silly avoidable mess.

It got considerably less silly the moment the van started to move. I was really to puke. Like, everywhere. It was awful. We drove to the nearest Tims and grabbed another iced tea. Sugar, right? I also ordered just a plain buttered bagel, but couldn’t stomach it. It tasted awful in my mouth and I really had to psych myself up to swallow the bites. We thought we’d be responsible from there, and headed to the walk in clinic.

Brady ran in ahead of me and saw the sign that promised a one hour wait. He asked at the front desk if my situation would put me at all near the top of the list or what we should do. The receptionist went to ask the doctor, and he instructed her to send us to the hospital. He said there was little he could do, and I’d get through emergency faster.

Apparently emerg didn’t feel that our situation warranted much attention. I don’t want to get too terribly worked up about it, but there was a waiting room packed full of people, and we were the absolute last people to be called. After three hours of waiting. When we were finally called, the man came and said he didn’t actually have a room, but when he did, he would just hook me up to a saline drip. I was pretty straight up with him and said I didn’t really have another couple of hours to wait for a room and sit attached to an iv. And he said that honestly, I didn’t need treatment. I just needed to drink water. I’ve had a hard time not kicking myself for waiting that whole time. I’ve been so angry that they didn’t say that when I first arrived. Why make me sit for three hours with NO food or drink before telling me to go home and eat and drink. BUT I’m choosing instead to take from that experience thankfulness for never once having to wait in the waiting room, and always being put in front of the other people. It was my turn to wait, and thats ok.

Of course, leaving wasn’t so easy. We drove down the little ramp thing from the parkade and our ticket kept glitching in the machine. We couldn’t exactly back up the whole way, so we were completely trapped. Brady ran back into the hospital and rooted around until he found a prepay machine, and THEN we could leave. Oh, and while he was trying to find that, the engine light dinged on. Because why wouldn’t it. It was SUCH a bust. 

And then the whole drive home, I was nauseous. Again. It was a big challenge. I’ve been so very blessed to have not suffered too much with nausea this pregnancy. I have a bit, and I’ve had a very unsettled stomach, but rarely have I felt the urge to vomit, and never once have I actually vomited in a pregnancy! It was an unbelievable hour ride home. I hate that feeling.

After keeping Jerilee stranded at our house until 1am, she finally got to go home. I kept Brady up for at least the next hour, trying to figure out how to help me feel a little better. I took my regular tummy pill before bed, and I drank some Gatorade, but it felt so strong on my tummy, even watered down. We tried crackers, but they tasted like dust. He made me toast but that just wouldn’t sit. It was sooo bad. Finally we just fell asleep.

So. Date night was a bust. My mom came out today and entertained the kids while they were up so I could rest. She did my dishes and checked my garden and took care of my food and drink needs. It was wonderful to be cared for, as I still feel like garbage. Not as bad as yesterday, obviously, but not great either. I called my doctors office to just follow up and leave a message, but the receptionist said there was a cancellation with my doctor tomorrow, so I’ll look forward to that. I’m anxious to hear my babys heart beating away, all strong and healthy. I’m pretty sure that alone will help me feel much, much better.

So, the end. That was our date night. Definitely not how I thought it would turn out, but I learned a lot. I think we all (pregnant or not) want to be invincible. Limitations suck! But we all have them. I would never look down on a pregnant woman who can’t stand out in the sun in a tight dress without having adequate food and water, so there is not reasonable way I should expect it of myself. Right? I’m pretty sure I’m right. But I wish I could do those things. 

I think my action plan is to start making record of what I eat and drink. I’ve never wanted to do that kind of thing, as I’m a little worried it would become obsessive. However, I think I often think I eat and especially drink enough, but when I really think about it, I don’t think I do! I think I need to be more diligent and come up with a plan. Good plan? Thoughts? 

Oh, and yes. Always pack snacks. NEVER leaves snacks at home, no matter how tight the dress is! Snacks, aka HEALTH come first!

Guys, I have this insane story to tell you about this evening, but am currently sooo sick that there is no way I can lay here and stare at this screen for a long period of time. For a quick layout of events, it went from a nice drive to our date night out, to roughly ten minutes of date night, to a walk in, to the hospital for three hours, to being locked in the parkade, to vehicle trouble, to being home after midnight. So it was somewhat eventful, yet not at all. There’s lots to tell, but I’m pretty finished and gonna call it a day. I’ll extrapolate on all of this tomorrow, probably in the day, since I cancelled all of tomorrows plans. Might be a little sleepy…

I hope you all had a non-hospital day!