Hi. Remember me? The girl who used to update her blog more than daily? That one? She's been busy....doing.....ummm...something. I mean, I'm sure I've been busy. But....I can't really even remember what I've been doing. Napping? Maybe? Oh wait. I remember. I was abusing my privileges of having a full-time, live-in nanny around. At one point I realized I'd been out running around and doing tons of stuff and my mom and daughter hadn't left the house in two days. And my mom did all the laundry. Oops.
Give me back my princess dress, Aunt Susan!Anyhoo. I'm back. John's on a trip. My sister left. My mom left. Becca went to bed. I'm online. I'm trying not to notice how quiet and empty the house feels. Here is a photo of us girls, courtesy of my new tripod. John was able to sit and read the newspaper without having to get up and take twenty pictures of us. I can't believe I never had a tripod until now. I had no idea what I was missing. I don't think John did either.
Had another ultrasound today. The baby is still doing about the same. The heart muscle is still a little "thickened," like any muscle that has been overworked. And, like a bicep, or other muscle, it takes a good while for it to shrink down to its original size after the exercise has stopped. At least that is how they have been explaining it to me. The blood-flow velocities (indicating the relative anemia of the blood) have been hovering around the same values for the last three weeks-- just hugging the underside of the high normal line. Today it went up a tad, but the doctor didn't seem worried about it (I didn't say I wasn't worried!) The doc said if the values are around the same next week, then I will only have one more visit after that before being dismissed. Good thing, too, because the bills are starting to roll in now, 10 weeks after this all started. I haven't yet seen the bill for the actual transfusion procedure. Can't wait to see that one. For a while there I wondered if this was all going to be free. Ha.
The baby has suddenly gotten very active, and despite having an anterior placenta (where it is attached to the front of my belly, thus muffling lots of the movements), I am still feeling lots of baby kicks. This is the only part of pregnancy I like. I enjoy sitting on the couch, all slumped down, shirt pulled up over my belly watching the baby move and pushing back against feet or elbows when they protrude.
John still won't discuss baby names with me. I don't know why. He was like this with Becca too. He is just not ready to talk about it until the baby is crowning in the hospital elevator and I'm mooing like a cow being slaughtered. I guess in his mind that seems like the best time to nail down our final name selections. I also guess that is why I got my first choice last time. But, I do start to wonder....what if, in the agony of labor, I end up tossing out the name Bart or something?
As for me, I passed the glucose test indicating that I am not going to be (mis)diagnosed as having gestational diabetes this time (another big shout out to the Army hospital, who can't read lab reports!) And, like my fetus, I am anemic, despite taking iron every day. At least I have a medical justification for eating as many cheeseburgers as I can shove down my throat, and chasing them down with two hour naps.
Trust me, she's always like this.
No medical justification necessary.