Monday, June 30, 2008
Little carrots
We have always called Asher's fingers little carrots because they look like just that, little carrots, narrow at the top and wider at the bottom. We even call him "Carrots" sometimes. Tonight for dinner he was not eating, as usual, so I devised a plan. He loves to dip anything in anything, so I got salad dressing and poured it on his plate hoping he would dip his salmon and asparagus and eat it. He fell right into my trap and ate most of his meal. Near the end when he was full, he looked at me and said, "Dip careddots.", and dipped the tips of his fingers into the dressing. It was so cute because he never calls his own fingers carrots. Oh, the things that amuse me.
I can't believe it's the end of June!
Where is time going? We have been in and out of town so much since school got out that I have gotten absolutely nothing accomplished. I did pick up some boxes the other day but they are sitting in my living room, empty.
We decided to try a new diet approach as Logan couldn't take weight watchers anymore. So we are doing South Beach. So far, so good. It's basically a meat and veggie type of diet for the first two weeks. So I went to the grocery store and stocked up on meat and produce, I actually didn't even have to venture into the middle section except to buy vanilla extract and jello. Who knew that carrots are full of sugar and you can't eat them in phase I of sb? This is not a real burden for me as I see eating carrots every day as a type of penance that I pay to lose weight. We'll see, ww has alway worked for me (when I'm actually doing it), so I'm a little reluctant to do anything else.
We decided to try a new diet approach as Logan couldn't take weight watchers anymore. So we are doing South Beach. So far, so good. It's basically a meat and veggie type of diet for the first two weeks. So I went to the grocery store and stocked up on meat and produce, I actually didn't even have to venture into the middle section except to buy vanilla extract and jello. Who knew that carrots are full of sugar and you can't eat them in phase I of sb? This is not a real burden for me as I see eating carrots every day as a type of penance that I pay to lose weight. We'll see, ww has alway worked for me (when I'm actually doing it), so I'm a little reluctant to do anything else.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
A cautionary tale
Today the Maxima was absolutely out of gas. I am of the mindset that since I so rarely drive the car, it is certainly not my responsibility to stand there and pump one hundred gallons into it's huge tank. Today, however, I was not going to make it home if I didn't put something in, boo. So I stop at the gas station, pull up to the pump, and turn off the car. I decided that it would stay cooler in the car if I didn't roll the windows down because of the tinting (we have received several tickets/warning for it to let you know how dark it is) and the shade.
I get out of the car, swipe my card like I always do, and nothing happens. I do this two more times, turn the card around, despite the picture showing me this was not the right way, and still, nothing happens. I then decide to go with convention and read the directions on the pump, maybe something had changed since the last time I pumped gas. Nope, followed the directions and still nothing. At this point I grab the keys, lock the doors and run inside to see what the deal is. Less than a minute had elapsed at this point. I would have just backed up to the pump behind me, but I was afraid I had put my debit card in for the next person to use. I could see Asher the whole time and just wanted the guy to come out and fix the pump.
I go in and the guy behind the counter tries to explain what to do. I'm getting extremely impatient at this point because I didn't just land from Mars, I know how to pay at the pump. We go back outside and he tries the card, doesn't work, so he's like, "gee, I guess I need to put a sign up." I thought about saying something nasty, but his child was in my class this year, and was hanging out smiling at me. At this point about three minutes have elapsed since I pulled up to the pump.
I get back into the car and glance back in the rearview mirror and Asher is crying his eyes out sweating profusely. I mean sweat was pouring down his face and beading on his nose. He's saying, "bye-bye, home, pease, bye-bye". He was roasting! I didn't think it was that hot in the car, but I guess that fuzzy carseat was making him so hot that he was miserable. It was so sad that I took him home and gave him Crystal Light because I knew he would suck it down and rehydrate. I can't imagine how parents who accidentally left their kids in the car feel; I felt horrible, and it was only a few minutes. Never again! I guess he goes inside the gas station with me the next time this happens, stupid Maxima.
I get out of the car, swipe my card like I always do, and nothing happens. I do this two more times, turn the card around, despite the picture showing me this was not the right way, and still, nothing happens. I then decide to go with convention and read the directions on the pump, maybe something had changed since the last time I pumped gas. Nope, followed the directions and still nothing. At this point I grab the keys, lock the doors and run inside to see what the deal is. Less than a minute had elapsed at this point. I would have just backed up to the pump behind me, but I was afraid I had put my debit card in for the next person to use. I could see Asher the whole time and just wanted the guy to come out and fix the pump.
I go in and the guy behind the counter tries to explain what to do. I'm getting extremely impatient at this point because I didn't just land from Mars, I know how to pay at the pump. We go back outside and he tries the card, doesn't work, so he's like, "gee, I guess I need to put a sign up." I thought about saying something nasty, but his child was in my class this year, and was hanging out smiling at me. At this point about three minutes have elapsed since I pulled up to the pump.
I get back into the car and glance back in the rearview mirror and Asher is crying his eyes out sweating profusely. I mean sweat was pouring down his face and beading on his nose. He's saying, "bye-bye, home, pease, bye-bye". He was roasting! I didn't think it was that hot in the car, but I guess that fuzzy carseat was making him so hot that he was miserable. It was so sad that I took him home and gave him Crystal Light because I knew he would suck it down and rehydrate. I can't imagine how parents who accidentally left their kids in the car feel; I felt horrible, and it was only a few minutes. Never again! I guess he goes inside the gas station with me the next time this happens, stupid Maxima.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Why you don't take a toddler to the doctor
With you, to your doctor, not his doctor. I have to go get blood drawn until my beta hcg gets down to five or below. This week, I decided, I'll take Asher, they do it so quickly that he will be fine. This is where the thinking process broke down. Asher's attention span is about 3.2 seconds. Did I think that the check in, waiting, blood draw, and check out were going to be over in 3.2 seconds? Evidently I did, because I proceeded with the plan.
We get to the office at 1:39, thinking that the nurses got back from lunch at 1:30. Oh no, they weren't going to return until 2:00. Something in my heart told me to run, come back later, never come back, whatever, just DON'T sit and wait. I rationalized the fear away and sat down to wait. I sat for 2 seconds before Asher wanted to "'un, 'un, 'un, 'ast, 'ast, 'ast!" (run, run, run, fast, fast, fast). We were there alone so not such a big deal. Then people started trickling in for their appointments.
The first lady was lucky enough to become the object of his undying affection. He hung on her legs and begged her to "hold, hold". Then lady number two stole his heart, or rather her purse did. He did everything he could to charm her into getting into her bag. Mean old mommy kept stepping in to foil his plans. Then came the piece de resistance, a lady with a little girl and a brand new sleeping baby. He was determined to hug the little girl and hold the baby. There was no stopping him. I would let him go over and get about eight feet away, and he would throw himself on the floor and cry because he wasn't touching her. I finally sat down with a book and made him sit on my lap. He took his gigantic head and slammed it into my mouth as hard as he could.
This is the point where I almost lost it and threw him in the floor. It hurt SO BAD! My tooth is still a little numb two days later. He, of course, was crying because it hurts to hit your head (no matter how hard) on someone's front tooth. After about 30 seconds I regained my composure and hissed at him under my breath, "I know it hurts, and it's what you DESERVE." Yeah, I know that really made an impression.
This all went down in the 22 minutes it took for my name to be called. I just gave him my purse while the nurse drew blood and let him chew all the gum with the wrappers. This will be an experience not soon repeated.
We get to the office at 1:39, thinking that the nurses got back from lunch at 1:30. Oh no, they weren't going to return until 2:00. Something in my heart told me to run, come back later, never come back, whatever, just DON'T sit and wait. I rationalized the fear away and sat down to wait. I sat for 2 seconds before Asher wanted to "'un, 'un, 'un, 'ast, 'ast, 'ast!" (run, run, run, fast, fast, fast). We were there alone so not such a big deal. Then people started trickling in for their appointments.
The first lady was lucky enough to become the object of his undying affection. He hung on her legs and begged her to "hold, hold". Then lady number two stole his heart, or rather her purse did. He did everything he could to charm her into getting into her bag. Mean old mommy kept stepping in to foil his plans. Then came the piece de resistance, a lady with a little girl and a brand new sleeping baby. He was determined to hug the little girl and hold the baby. There was no stopping him. I would let him go over and get about eight feet away, and he would throw himself on the floor and cry because he wasn't touching her. I finally sat down with a book and made him sit on my lap. He took his gigantic head and slammed it into my mouth as hard as he could.
This is the point where I almost lost it and threw him in the floor. It hurt SO BAD! My tooth is still a little numb two days later. He, of course, was crying because it hurts to hit your head (no matter how hard) on someone's front tooth. After about 30 seconds I regained my composure and hissed at him under my breath, "I know it hurts, and it's what you DESERVE." Yeah, I know that really made an impression.
This all went down in the 22 minutes it took for my name to be called. I just gave him my purse while the nurse drew blood and let him chew all the gum with the wrappers. This will be an experience not soon repeated.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Funny things Asher is saying
As Asher gets older and more vocal, he gets funnier and funnier. I don't know what's normal for kid his age, so of course, I think he's pretty smart. This week the two funniest things he's saying:
"Mommy, gee-up, pease." (Mommy get up, please)
There is no slacking around here, if you sit down, or even worse, lie down on the floor, he is immediately tugging on your shoulder repeating this phrase until you comply.
"Mommy baaht dat to-wuh." (Mommy bite that toe)
This originated from me telling him that alligators were mean and would bite his toe. Then one day he started asking me to "bite toe", and it has evolved into this. He sounds like he was born in the heart of Franklin county, for those of you not in VA, this is the equivalent of a Texas accent with a twang.
"Mommy, gee-up, pease." (Mommy get up, please)
There is no slacking around here, if you sit down, or even worse, lie down on the floor, he is immediately tugging on your shoulder repeating this phrase until you comply.
"Mommy baaht dat to-wuh." (Mommy bite that toe)
This originated from me telling him that alligators were mean and would bite his toe. Then one day he started asking me to "bite toe", and it has evolved into this. He sounds like he was born in the heart of Franklin county, for those of you not in VA, this is the equivalent of a Texas accent with a twang.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Bear with me,
this is long and boring, but I just wanted to tell someone about it. I have been in Roanoke for a week. Last night I was babysitting Sophie, along with Asher, so cooking dinner was absolutely out of the question. I got my credit card out to order a pizza and left it on the desk at my parents' house. So I am without money, cards, license, etc.
So after church today, I come home to get Logan's card (he wasn't with me) to buy lunch at Wendy's. In order to get onto our street, you have to go through a major four way intersection. So I sat at the light waiting to turn onto our street. As I'm sitting there I have the revelation, "Oh, I don't need Logan's card, I just got $20 in cash at Walmart the other day." So I wait for the light to change, turn right onto our street, make a u-turn and get back in line to go straight through the light. As I'm sitting there waiting for the light, I have revelation number two, "Oh, I didn't just leave my card, I also left the cash." So I have to sit at the light, go straight, and make another u-turn, wait, and go straight back through the light on my street.
So at this point, I have sat through three of the four sides of the intersection with Asher in the backseat saying, "kitchen for tunny" (chicken for tummy) because I told him at the beginning of this we were going to get some lunch. Sheesh!
So after church today, I come home to get Logan's card (he wasn't with me) to buy lunch at Wendy's. In order to get onto our street, you have to go through a major four way intersection. So I sat at the light waiting to turn onto our street. As I'm sitting there I have the revelation, "Oh, I don't need Logan's card, I just got $20 in cash at Walmart the other day." So I wait for the light to change, turn right onto our street, make a u-turn and get back in line to go straight through the light. As I'm sitting there waiting for the light, I have revelation number two, "Oh, I didn't just leave my card, I also left the cash." So I have to sit at the light, go straight, and make another u-turn, wait, and go straight back through the light on my street.
So at this point, I have sat through three of the four sides of the intersection with Asher in the backseat saying, "kitchen for tunny" (chicken for tummy) because I told him at the beginning of this we were going to get some lunch. Sheesh!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
And the nominations will surely come for the Mommy of the Year Award now
Today we went to a water park in Dublin for Asher and Sophie (Jessica's little girl) to have a little fun. Asher had a great time! He was in and out of the baby pool one hundred times and floated around beautifully. I could actually sit on the side and have a conversation and watch him at the same time. I kept him greased up with sunscreen, and he didn't get the least bit burned. So we are three for three at this point, lots of fun, no drowning incidents, and no sunburn.
This is the point where things get a little hairy. I applied spray suncreen and went to get him a popsicle while it dried. I got this thing called a vanilla mini because I wanted something quick and easy. Because I am a genius, I didn't look at the list of ingredients, and he reacted. His lips swelled and his tummy hurt (ummy hu-wut). Thankfully it was a very mini amount, so he didn't stop breathing, but I was standing there panicking with the epi-pen on standby. I have emailed Schwan's to get a list of ingredients to see if it had eggs or if we have a new allergy. We have been doing a little bit of eggs on the advice of our allergist, so I don't know if they have built up in his system or what. His lips are back to normal now but not before Jessica had a great time making fun of him, poor baby.
This is the point where things get a little hairy. I applied spray suncreen and went to get him a popsicle while it dried. I got this thing called a vanilla mini because I wanted something quick and easy. Because I am a genius, I didn't look at the list of ingredients, and he reacted. His lips swelled and his tummy hurt (ummy hu-wut). Thankfully it was a very mini amount, so he didn't stop breathing, but I was standing there panicking with the epi-pen on standby. I have emailed Schwan's to get a list of ingredients to see if it had eggs or if we have a new allergy. We have been doing a little bit of eggs on the advice of our allergist, so I don't know if they have built up in his system or what. His lips are back to normal now but not before Jessica had a great time making fun of him, poor baby.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Why I'm forced to shop at Hellmart
I just returned from Food Lion where I spent $31 in 15 minutes. Here is what I got:
milk: 4.29
organic milk: 3.49
egg beaters: 3.79
sweet potatoes: 1.40
diet coke (5): 3.95
butter: 2.50
cream cheese: 1.69
powdered sugar: 1.75
cards (2): 5.18
RIDICULOUS!!!
When we moved to New Albany five years ago, milk was 1.78 and eggs were 0.78, cream cheese was 0.99 and butter 1.99. The stupid government needs to stop messing with our corn supply and figure out how to make fuel out of something else. Why can't they figure out how to make things run on disposable diapers? Too bad I'm not a brilliant scientist who could make this happen. Speaking of disposable diapers, those who use them be prepared for a price hike this summer because they are a petroleum product.
milk: 4.29
organic milk: 3.49
egg beaters: 3.79
sweet potatoes: 1.40
diet coke (5): 3.95
butter: 2.50
cream cheese: 1.69
powdered sugar: 1.75
cards (2): 5.18
RIDICULOUS!!!
When we moved to New Albany five years ago, milk was 1.78 and eggs were 0.78, cream cheese was 0.99 and butter 1.99. The stupid government needs to stop messing with our corn supply and figure out how to make fuel out of something else. Why can't they figure out how to make things run on disposable diapers? Too bad I'm not a brilliant scientist who could make this happen. Speaking of disposable diapers, those who use them be prepared for a price hike this summer because they are a petroleum product.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Disappearing snappis
I buy snappis several at a time (the thing that holds Asher's diapers together) because they ALWAYS disappear, always! It drives me nuts, where do they go? Does the snappi monster eat them up when I'm not looking? I was down to one and somehow I lost it. I took Asher's diaper off in the living room, took it to the pail in the bathroom, put another diaper on in the bedroom (one that didn't require a snappi), and it is GONE. So now I get to buy some more. I'm going to buy one hundred and that should last me at least six months.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Zoo day, hoo-ray
We went the Asheboro Zoo yesterday and had a great time. Admittedly, Asher was more interested in pushing his stroller than looking at the animals, but he had a lot of fun doing that. When I asked him about the animals today, the only ones he remembered were the nasty Canadian geese that had invaded the picnic area. He said, "goose poop, goose poop".
On a baby "effant".
Poppie on th e effant:
Asher and Poppie in the helicopter:
I thought this would be such a cute picture in the dinosaur egg, obviously he didn't agree.
He loved the baboons! He talked about them the whole trip home, except he would forget and call them "badboon".
"Droll, droll", this was the response to every "Asher look at the..."
He actually wanted to get in the cage with the "ines" (lions)
I just really liked this picture of the polar bear.
This was after a wardrobe change due to getting goose poop all over the stroller, outfit and legs.
On a baby "effant".
Poppie on th e effant:
Asher and Poppie in the helicopter:
I thought this would be such a cute picture in the dinosaur egg, obviously he didn't agree. 
He loved the baboons! He talked about them the whole trip home, except he would forget and call them "badboon". 
"Droll, droll", this was the response to every "Asher look at the..."
He actually wanted to get in the cage with the "ines" (lions)
I just really liked this picture of the polar bear.
This was after a wardrobe change due to getting goose poop all over the stroller, outfit and legs.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Mommy of the Year Award
Yes, I think I'm up for it after this afternoon. I went to buy a grill, but I promised Logan I wouldn't spend much because he has his eye on a great one for when we move. So I bought a charcoal grill at Walmart along with a bag of charcoal and a bottle of lighter fluid. I've never used charcoal but after reading the directions I was sure I was up to the challenge.
I excitedly piled the briquettes into a pyramid, applied the lighter fluid, and lit it up at 4:30. I set the timer for 20 minutes and threaded the chicken on the skewers. At 4:50 I busted out the door to check on my hopefully ashy charcoal, and without a second thought locked and closed the door. Sure it's 100 degrees outside but Logan would be home soon, so not that big of a deal, UNTIL YOU FACTOR IN THAT ASHER WAS ON THE INSIDE AND I WAS ON THE OUT! So he runs to the window and peers out smiling and saying "mommy, mommy".
I didn't panic because he stood at the window playing peek-a-boo with me. Then he left and I could hear him getting into Logan's camera closet. Still not panicked because I could hear him. He wanders back to the window and I see he's chewing Logan's gum, piece by piece, with the wrappers on. Then he goes away...for a long time. I knock on the door, no response, I tap on the window, no little face appears, then, I panicked.
Luckily, my next door neighbor gave me a knife and told me how to get in, and it worked! I guess we need to start locking the deadbolt. He smiled up at me and said, "no, no, no" because he knows he's not supposed to be in the closet.
To top it off, I didn't use enough lighter fluid and my fire went out, so grilling was a bit of a disaster this evening.
I excitedly piled the briquettes into a pyramid, applied the lighter fluid, and lit it up at 4:30. I set the timer for 20 minutes and threaded the chicken on the skewers. At 4:50 I busted out the door to check on my hopefully ashy charcoal, and without a second thought locked and closed the door. Sure it's 100 degrees outside but Logan would be home soon, so not that big of a deal, UNTIL YOU FACTOR IN THAT ASHER WAS ON THE INSIDE AND I WAS ON THE OUT! So he runs to the window and peers out smiling and saying "mommy, mommy".
I didn't panic because he stood at the window playing peek-a-boo with me. Then he left and I could hear him getting into Logan's camera closet. Still not panicked because I could hear him. He wanders back to the window and I see he's chewing Logan's gum, piece by piece, with the wrappers on. Then he goes away...for a long time. I knock on the door, no response, I tap on the window, no little face appears, then, I panicked.
Luckily, my next door neighbor gave me a knife and told me how to get in, and it worked! I guess we need to start locking the deadbolt. He smiled up at me and said, "no, no, no" because he knows he's not supposed to be in the closet.
To top it off, I didn't use enough lighter fluid and my fire went out, so grilling was a bit of a disaster this evening.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
I have returned to my role of mantis warrior
Danville has to have the most praying mantises per capita of any city in the world. I have to admit that I am not a bug lover, and the huge, scary mantis is my nemesis. Last year I had to scope out the porch each morning and have Logan come out and kill any mantises that were hanging about. It became kind of a joke because he smashed one on the porch post, and it's head was left after he disposed of the body. It was like Pirates of the Carribean, "Mantises ye beware!"
Anyway, I started noticing tiny mantises skulking about on my porch this week so I have become vigilant in smashing every one that I see. I feel as though the more I smash, the fewer will be left to torture me when they grow ginormous later in the summer.
Anyway, I started noticing tiny mantises skulking about on my porch this week so I have become vigilant in smashing every one that I see. I feel as though the more I smash, the fewer will be left to torture me when they grow ginormous later in the summer.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
My sweet precious angel
Asher has started "loving" us without any prompting, and it is the sweetest thing ever. Today he walked up to me and said, "Mommy hold (he's calling me mommy instead of mama now)". He crawled up on my lap and hugged me. He then reached up and put his hands on the sides of my face and kissed me on the lips. It was the best kiss ever!
His vocabulary is amazing, too. He says, "mommy boke gaccas" (broke glasses), and "meet you ma'am" (nice to meet you ma'am), and "i'uv you, mommy, daddy, gigi, etc." Two weeks ago he walked into the kitchen, pointed at the cabinet and said, "pine-opple" out of nowhere. I think he's probably had it twice in his life. He likes his toast with "jeddy and buddy" (jelly and butter). We still struggle with some words, like calling all food "gum" and water "habba". I told Logan a couple of weeks ago not to let him drink the water from the nasty pool, and now every time he refers to the pool he says, "natty pool".
His vocabulary is amazing, too. He says, "mommy boke gaccas" (broke glasses), and "meet you ma'am" (nice to meet you ma'am), and "i'uv you, mommy, daddy, gigi, etc." Two weeks ago he walked into the kitchen, pointed at the cabinet and said, "pine-opple" out of nowhere. I think he's probably had it twice in his life. He likes his toast with "jeddy and buddy" (jelly and butter). We still struggle with some words, like calling all food "gum" and water "habba". I told Logan a couple of weeks ago not to let him drink the water from the nasty pool, and now every time he refers to the pool he says, "natty pool".
How can McDonald's...
blatantly rip off Chick fil A? I had a southern style sandwich today with its buttery bun, pickles, and spices and it tasted just like Chick fil A. I mean, there has to be some copyright infringement going on. It also annoys me that the ad says "Available all day long, even on Sunday." Chick fil A tries to do a nice thing for its employees by not opening on Sunday, and McDonald's is basically taking advantage of that. I think I've decided not to buy any more sandwiches from McD's to support Chick fil A.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Just a side note...
I absolutely love my J-Lo glasses, for all the money I paid they got the prescription exactly right (I think my last pair were a little too weak), and they are super comfortable. I must say stylish as well :)
Seriously, I hate Walmart
I know everyone says it, but I really mean it. When I become wealthy one day, I'm going to stop shopping there. Asher is like a ninja when snatching your glasses off your face, he looks at you out of the corner of his eye and reaches out at the speed of light. My poor glasses have been taking a beating and finally broke on Saturday. So on Sunday, I went to Walmart vision center to purchase some new ones. I thought it would be cheap and they were the only vision establishment that was open on Sunday. Since I am blind, I must wear my glasses and having them taped together is rather embarrassing.
So anyway, I find a pair of frames that I love and they are $150, a bit pricey, but Logan said to go for it because I wear them every day. When the lady rings me up, the glasses cost $263!!!! My lenses were $55 a piece. In Louisville, they weren't even $50 together. The lady, optician, I suppose, told me that glasses are really expensive in Danville, gee, ya think? So whatever, I have to have the glasses, so I grudgingly fork over the money and figure I'll wear them for the next 100 years.
So tonight I go on the internet to see if I can find the frames online and found them for $91. Yes, stupid Walmart is charging $60 more for the exact same frames. Not to mention that the lenses are only $48.50 TOGETHER, for a grand total of $136.50 plus shipping. This is why I hate Walmart and am kicking myself because I know better than to buy without shopping. I could have gotten two pairs of JLo glasses with their snazzy pink cases for the price I paid for one, grrrrr.
So anyway, I find a pair of frames that I love and they are $150, a bit pricey, but Logan said to go for it because I wear them every day. When the lady rings me up, the glasses cost $263!!!! My lenses were $55 a piece. In Louisville, they weren't even $50 together. The lady, optician, I suppose, told me that glasses are really expensive in Danville, gee, ya think? So whatever, I have to have the glasses, so I grudgingly fork over the money and figure I'll wear them for the next 100 years.
So tonight I go on the internet to see if I can find the frames online and found them for $91. Yes, stupid Walmart is charging $60 more for the exact same frames. Not to mention that the lenses are only $48.50 TOGETHER, for a grand total of $136.50 plus shipping. This is why I hate Walmart and am kicking myself because I know better than to buy without shopping. I could have gotten two pairs of JLo glasses with their snazzy pink cases for the price I paid for one, grrrrr.
Follow-up
Thanks for all your emails, we do appreciate your thoughts and prayers. I got a call from my doctor today and my hcg has fallen to 18,000. This is "good" news, meaning my body is taking care of it on its own. I go in in a week, and probably will continue until my numbers are near zero. The prevailing theory is that the baby, if it was, was broken down by my body because it didn't have enough "stuff" to go through another pregnancy right away. We were warned by my doctor that this likely would happen if we got pregnant too soon. The other possibility is I had what is called a blighted ovum, the egg never develops at all.
We knew something was not right from the beginning, for those of you who know about my horrible pregnancy sickness, it just wasn't there this time. For the most part, I was able to function like a normal human being, not typical for me. I didn't have many other symptoms, either, so we were not shocked yesterday. The hard part is wondering if something is wrong with me, or if we just have had bad luck. It's not atypical to have two miscarriages in a row, especially if the second pregnancy follows too closely, so my doctor says it's not statistically significant until you have three in a row.
We knew something was not right from the beginning, for those of you who know about my horrible pregnancy sickness, it just wasn't there this time. For the most part, I was able to function like a normal human being, not typical for me. I didn't have many other symptoms, either, so we were not shocked yesterday. The hard part is wondering if something is wrong with me, or if we just have had bad luck. It's not atypical to have two miscarriages in a row, especially if the second pregnancy follows too closely, so my doctor says it's not statistically significant until you have three in a row.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Sad news
Today we found out that I had suffered another miscarriage, this one a bit more mysterious than the first. For those that don't know the back story, I got pregnant unexpectedly in December and went in for an u/s at 10.5 weeks. The baby had stopped developing at 9.5 weeks, but I had no symptoms. Well, I was supposed to wait at least 2-3 cycles before conceiving again, but I got pregnant again unexpectedly after one month.
I was having issues throughout this pregnancy and finally went in for an u/s today as they seemed to be worsening. They couldn't find the baby, though my hcg levels were high enough for me to be pregnant. The best case scenario is the baby was reabsorbed because my body wasn't ready to carry it to term. The worst case scenario is that it is in my fallopian tube. I had blood tests done today and we should know which of the two by the end of the week. Please keep our family in your prayers as this is hard to go through two times in six months.
I was having issues throughout this pregnancy and finally went in for an u/s today as they seemed to be worsening. They couldn't find the baby, though my hcg levels were high enough for me to be pregnant. The best case scenario is the baby was reabsorbed because my body wasn't ready to carry it to term. The worst case scenario is that it is in my fallopian tube. I had blood tests done today and we should know which of the two by the end of the week. Please keep our family in your prayers as this is hard to go through two times in six months.
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