Let's catch you all up to speed...

Last week, I agreed to watch 2 little kids. A 14 month old and a 4 month old. Need I remind you that I am 15 weeks pregnant???? WHAT WAS I THINKING??? When the family first approached me about this, I reminded them that I needed naptime... for me! They assured me that this would not be a problem, the baby 'pretty much just eats and sleeps all day' and the 'toddler' takes a good 3 hour nap. This may be true, but I could not get them both asleep at the same time! And the 'toddler' was sick apparently. I've taken care of kids for a good many years now, I've definately changed more than anyones share of diapers. Diapers don't scare me, if you do it right, it's over in a matter of moments, but this poor little guy had THE worst diapers I have ever seen!! I'll spare you the disgusting details, but it was B A D!!! Then he vomited. Now, this is when I have a problem... (again remember I'm preggo and have what C and I refer to as "Bionic Nose") I can't stand vomit, my own or anyone else's. He covered himself in it, then proceded to get it on the couch, the living room carpet, and made a nice trail in the kitchen with it as well. OH precious Lord help me!!! I called the mom... voicemail, I called the dad... voicemail, I called my hubby... he was there but could I really make him drive almost 40 minutes to clean up someone else's kids puke??? Bless his heart though, he did volunteer. I did manage to get it cleaned up, but it took me a while.... I kept having to run away for fresh air.

Saturday was a very full day. C had Easter drama rehearsal and I was to meet up w/him at the church to get a look at a friends RV (way way way cool by the way), after the rehearsal they made a plea to find people for the crowd scenes... so like an idiot, I volunteered. Then we went out to the RV, wound up being in there for a while chatting and stuff then made plans to meet this same couple for dinner, so C and I went to Wallyworld, then drove through some outlets, (b/c I am getting very desparate for maternity clothes) then on to dinner w/ the friends. We got home pretty late, but we had a really nice time.
Sunday was busy as usual.
Then Monday came. I had to go see my OB dr about how I am adjusting to the blood pressure meds she started me on last week, (I'm doing better) and they had to draw some blood. On my way out the door I mentioned that every once in a while I feel my heart racing and wondered if that was just my body getting used to being pregnant... nope, call us later today they said. So C and I headed off to our scheduled level 2 ultrasound at a downtown hospital. Last Friday, C did a little reasearch and apparently a level 2 u/s is no biggie, so I wasn't too worried about it. (forgot to mention that on Sunday night I had some cramping and pain in my lower abdomen, so I was getting a bit anxious to see this kiddo.) We get to the Perinatologist's office and find out that he is a specialist in high risk pregnancies. Ok, well that really wasn't a surprise to me... but it certainly didn't make me feel any better. The sono tech did a prelim scan, measured the baby'e EVERYTHING. Bone structure, brain, tried to look at the heart valves, but apparently we are just a bit too early for that. Usually this type of sono is done at 18-22 weeks, I'm barely at 16 weeks. We got to see some great shots of the 'lil bean' kicking its legs around and moving its arms some. At one point, I looked over at C (BIG MISTAKE!!!) he was sitting there with his mouth wide open just staring at the screen on the wall. I busted out laughing, stomach shaking giggling laughing!!! Of course, then the tech was laughing at me b/c now the pic was all shaky and what not. :D I had forgotten that C wasn't able to be with me 2 weeks ago when I went for a sono, when I got to see the kiddo and the arms moving, so this was his first time seeing the 'lil bean' looking like a real person with identifiable moving parts and all! We go back in 6 weeks, so that should be really awesome! The dr came in and at first his demeanor made me NERVOUS!!! but after a few moments it was all cool, and I really came to like him. He took another look, said baby looks A-OK, then said let's go chat in my office. He explained why I was there, b/c of my pregnancy induced hypertension, and then asked about family history. I explained that my mom's sister had 2 still born babies, and 2 babies that died of Infantile Muscular Atrophy (thank you C for remembering that name!!!), the doc grew a little concerned when he heard that and whipped out one of his medical books and read up on it and figured out that really my chances of being a carrier for that disease were/are close to nothing and then the chances that I married someone who is a carrier are even less... so we feel like we are in the clear on that one. Then he read up on Adderall which was the ADD medicine that I was taking til I found out I was preggo at almost 8 weeks. He said that shouldn't be a problem, but that I can't take it until after delivery. (bummer, cause I really miss that stuff!) Then, I mentioned the heart 'flutters'. He didn't like that part but said that it is probably no biggie, but he called my OB to fill her in and suggested that I be sent to a cardiologist. So now I'm waiting to hear from the dr's office about that. But the bottom line is, he said that he primarily deals w/ high risk cases were they have to decide to take the baby earlier b/c it is best for mom and baby and blah blah blah, but that I'm not a concern to him at all. He also said that I have the best OB dr in the region and that she delivered one of his own kiddos. He just couldn't say enough good things about my OB dr so that made me feel REALLY GOOD!!!
Just so you know, they couldn't tell the gender of the baby b/c it was too early, which is fine, b/c we aren't going to find out anyway. In 6 weeks when we go back, they will be able to tell and we will have to remind them REPEATEDLY that WE DON'T WANT TO KNOW THE GENDER!!! I guess they don't get that too often. :)
So now you are caught up, I have some things I need to do so I'm outta here!
Later gang!